New Bubble Gum Flopside cOmic….


“Break out and leave this life behind
Break out and see what I can find
Might lose I’m going to try my luck
Might win don’t really give a fuck
I gotta..”


The Flopside crew all have a Spring chest cold. Coughing and pain in the upper torso, so what is more soothing to discomforts than left-handed endeavors?

With a cocktail in one hand and coffee in the other, Mr. Fuck and Mr. Dang dive into that project or idea that’s been just sitting there on the back burner for way too long.

So, Mr. Dang did most of the work … so many angles to the dangle, pencil, ink, watercolor… then Photoshop, layout, and Adobe Acrobat.

A new HP printer is getting past its hazing days of demand. Learning the ways and sounds of a green horn printer is part of the key. Ink looks great.

Hudley was around somewhere getting the crew drinks and making up some sandwiches and chicken noodle soup.

And here you go…



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The Man: A new Flopside cOmic Strip


“The Man, no one sees the man, if they do… they live on borrowed time”

~ Film. The Line-Up, 1958


A interpretation song by some guys from the bomb shelter… entertainment by


THE MAN



The Man Who Sold the World” is a song written and performed by David Bowie. It is the title track of his third album, which was released in the U.S. in November 1970 and in the UK in April 1971. also
Stayin’ Alive” is a disco song by the Bee Gees from the Saturday Night Fever motion picture soundtrack.
Performed by the PEASANTS and the Rusty Blade….
No profit … it is done on a love bases…

two- Flopside’s flopping atomic bomb exploding radiation forming trash Juke Box

“I am a product of Los Angeles Country,”  says Mr. Fuck.

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“Been around. I was left on the doorstep of a record store head-shop in the San Fernando Valley. I teethed on vinyl and breathed in herbs with my milk as a babe.”

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“My best girl Lame Faced Doll says she loves the streets at night in the city of Los Angeles. She takes the metro, bus and walks miles into the high flying sun of mystery. She listens to the music where ever she finds it,” says the brave man Mr. Fuck.

Cameron, West Angel, n.d., Graphite, ink and gold paint on paper, 23 3⁄4 x 36 3⁄4 inches. Courtesy of the Cameron Parsons Foundation, Santa Monica. Photo Credit: Alan Shaffer
Cameron, West Angel, n.d., Graphite, ink and gold paint on paper, 23 3⁄4 x 36 3⁄4 inches. Courtesy of the Cameron Parsons Foundation, Santa Monica. Photo Credit: Alan Shaffer

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“What inspires you is not my concern,”  says Mr. Shit.

“Take me to any room and it is a holiday room…what is your concern is not mine.”

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SoNg ThrEe

“Boredom and politics… anything but Boredom and politics..

This is dedicated to the man at the art store that threw his cigarette butt down on the asphalt and then picked it back up later and continued smoking it. Repetition always and Recycle everything…” Mr. Shit agrees with Mr. Fuck on this… they are comrades to the end.

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Mr. Fuck Gets Connubial

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