The, another, big protest is happening today. Here at the Daily “FUCK” Gazette, watchers of the absurd and asinine, Mr. Fuck has made a sign and Mr. Shit drew a little doodle for yoodle…. we are with you, the mighty “WE THE PEOPLE.”
“As we fight the corpocracy, the fuckupracy of this world… their lies, their abuses that try to gobble us up into oblivion!!” ~Mr. Dang
corpocracy suck badly man !
Mr. Shit is pissed… a doodle by him..
Trump wants more money but no words of “OUR NATION IS AT WAR”…. nothing new in the scheme of lies told by our presidents… at least this guy, Army General Tony Thomas commander of U.S. special operation forces, has the balls to tell the truth. Last year under Obama’s eye of fine etiquette and diplomacy, he silently bombed the hell out of other countries… and Trump is lying about it still. We at Flopside COmics oppose war and bombing other countries but we love the truth when we hear it!!
“Make whoopee the Marlon Brando way, not war the american way” ~ Mr. Shit (he has dementia but I think you get his drift…)
Volume One, number two of the Daily “FUCK” Gazette!
“etched into eternity” was trump’s real to honest words… I changed it! Let’s talk chaos theory boys !! ~ Mr. Fuck
Flopside Comics suck. Adult toilet paper humor!! Absurd, ridiculous, and nasty to the core.
Volume One, number one of the Daily “FUCK” Gazette!
Wild Card… the Trump cards of the Presidency….
or… “I am bored… Keith, George, Dan, John and Hope….. entertain me!!”
Mr. Fuck the “Satellite of Love” card…
Marching down memory lane. I have mentioned this stencil before. I was inspired by a book by Tim Lyons about generational astrology. What really rang true for me was his knowledge of Chiron. At the time I was living in a little apartment with my family in Van Nuys California. I had to do something to express my excitement. So I created a stencil on available cardboard with my trusty X-Acto knife (that I still have ). This image is the last I have of Chiron. I lost the stencil. It does not matter if you view this image from the perspective of mythology, astrology, or depth psychology, it is a key that I found to healing and regeneration. I love Chiron.
The key is Chiron
Stencil by Hudley Flipside 1999
“Chiron teaches us the philosophical perspective, and the perspective that our wildness, which may put us outside the status quo, may be our wisdom.” ~ Tim Lyons
Modern Art Blitz at DROMEBOX
I was amazed to see a small and pretty doorway with a Gothic arch in the middle of the wall, for I could not make up my mind whether this doorway had always been there or whether it had just been made. (8) ― Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf
“In eternity there is no time, only an instant long enough for a joke.”
― Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf
Modern Media Blitz
Mr. Fuck who are you?
He opened the door to the “theater of the absurd!” Times when creative inspiration filled his veins with contradictions of contrition; terror and bliss, hate and love, mediocrity and profoundness! Today, he is outside the door wondering,
“… do I have the will to go through that door again ?”
A Flopside Comic meditation of the Absurd ???
To flourish with the same electrical sounds around us every day can become an adventure wrapped in strange amusing memories.
Reggie and the large tuning fork !!
Such as today when I used the lady’s room at my favorite store. A large fan vibrated throughout the small tilted covered bathroom. The sound reminded me of a scene from the horror film Phantasm (1979). In the film a youth named Mike Pearson finds a room in a mortuary where there are two large round metal polls. The room that contains the polls is bright. The polls vibrate and flourish relentlessly. A strange overwhelming loud pitched sound is heard. That is the same sound as in the lady’s room I visited today.
I once turned on our old dish washer every night. It sounded like the Alien UFO Machines in the remake of War of the Worlds. Images of long legs, tripods, squirting blood and the horror stimulated my scary dreaming. The sounds of the dish washer. Oh man, were a constant reminder every night of War of the Worlds. The old dish washer did not flourish. Now our new dishwasher sounds fine. No more scary dreams…. too bad.