William Flintrock

From Plastic Tub

American, of Irish descent. Flintrock came in second without pants, wearing a cowboy hat, still smelling of axle grease. A childhood dream, chewing moss. He is a wolf. In the very least, a houndstooth jacket. He receives a fireman's helmet.

In addition to being a fine poet, polemicist and illustrator, Flintrock in generally acknowledged to be the AA's best welder.

He has a farm near San Ysidro, New Mexico, where he welds shit, smokes high-quality Alaskan grass and shoots off guns. He loves to hike and travel. Give 'im a call. As Adid says: "He needs a woman since Lydia left and his bearskin rug is too big for one...." Adid always guffaws heartily after this one.

Known Works

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Eyes Closed Hands Closed

I Do Not Seek the Gold of Time Not Really

It's a Shame that my Cerebrum is Stained