“Where art thou?”

Two pieces of white cake with yellow frosting. Thick yellow butter cream frosting. Before going into a sugar induced slumber, I will force myself to write. Coffee fights the sweating as a homeopathic fight …good against evil.

Flopside comics suck and so do you

My fictitious Mr. Fuck “where art thou?” You once hung with me and we laughed and created those fucking awful comics. My friend your musing has left me.  When is it you last crossed my path with jest and obscene ways? With your old story books piled high;  found in a dumpster behind the Goodwill store? The echo of your fart from the alley as I walked down the street under a crescent moon… those dark dark nights.  My muse, my pal; out drinking anyone under the table. Music so loud in you crib it was as if living in Queens near the Subway. Vibrating, rotten trash and pizza but laughter that reached the Gods. “Where art thou?” … your  image blurs and wanders and your black boots and purple tie are silent in my closet.

Flopisde Comics By Hudley
Flopisde Comics By Hudley

I call on you. My muse and jester. Lets spend a day soon walking our walks and talking our talks… cracking jokes and knowing that idiocy is around every corner. I might even smoke a cigarette with you in an alley while I barf by the dogs’ lamp light.

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Story Book Day Prompt


3 thoughts on ““Where art thou?”

    1. Now that is something that Mr. Fuck needs to inspire in me. Autumn usually helps in the creative process. My mind has been so happy lately that Flopside Comics has suffered… they may explode on to the scene soon enough. Thanks for the nice words. And for a good sense of humor.

      1. Perhaps Mr. Fuck needs to become Mr. Golly Gee! Nothing wrong with being happy. I think the world could use a bit of that right now. I love your artistic style. Need to go back and look some more.

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