Just a few minutes ago we were pleasantly lazing on this sunny afternoon, sweet sweet lemonade in hand, when we fell off our toad stool and it suddenly occurred to us that this guy is currently blowing smoke rings through our frickin’ mind. He does the inexplicably-titled Kime Agine comic strip that showed up in PW’s A&E section a few weeks ago with little to no fanfare. It’s criminal, really. This shit is genius, yo. Obstinately obtuse, laughing-gas absurd, cosmically suggestive, and fever-dream visionary, Moynihan’s art would have gotten him burned at the stake for heresy in a another time. Today, he suffers an even more hideous fate: benign neglect. Word has it that “Kime Agine” has gotten no more than a couple of week’s more commitment from PW to run the strip. So if you dig it, drop a line to the powers that be at editmail@philadelphiaweekly.com. Put I WANT MY KIME AGINE! in the subject line and share the love. And maybe Jesse can afford to start washing his clothes again, get cleaned up and race on cement. We can always dream, right?

NonLocalBooks: Blowing the mind of the bourgeois reader since last fall
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This entry was posted on Friday, March 31st, 2006 at 3:10 pm.