Something is in the air here at Flopside Comics ! Whirling power ramp-up takes down the EVIL! Bring down the power of assholes of highest degree ! Bring clarity to the opposing chaos and negative propaganda! A direct and focused SUPER FUCK! It’s real magic!
A promise of bliss and orgasmic creative variables for the incorruptible !
To Jeff “THE WEASEL” Sessions and To Donald “JACKASS” Trump…
I had a dream…. last night … or was it a vision….?!
As told to us by Mr. Shit~ anarchist, atheist with a loving good conscience and beyond….
Mr. Shit woke up this morning with something on his mind. For an old punk with dementia he can be as sharp as a dull knife. He talked about whirling triangles that spoke of “…four combinations of wisdom,” and he talked about how he was part of the fifth part of the whirling triangle equation. “Me, Juno the Asteroid Goddess and the naked Grace AGLAEA.” He told us that it was a puzzle to him and as symbolic as hell or heaven… yet seemed as real as could be!
He told us about the strange dream. He also told us how he was born. He yelled that he remembered his story and yelled this, “He was born from a woman, in an alley, on a bus crossing a border.” This came to his mind because in his vision / dream AGLAEA told Mr. Shit that, “I (she) was born from the thought of Apollo the Hermaphrodite!” Mr. Shit also told us that Juno said she was born from chaos. Singing that, “She stands up for Women’s rights!”
Mr. Shit told us that in his dream he was in an alley. He walked up to a trash can. He saw many things there, yet a couple of books were glowing. He opened one of the books and he read…
“Visit orphans and widows in their distress~ James 1:27” and again flipped through the book and read, “Thus says the Lord: Do Justice and righteousness and deliver from the hand of the oppressor him who has been robbed. And do no wrong or violence to the resident alien, the fatherless, and the widow, nor shed innocent blood in their place.” ~ Jeremiah 22:3
He flipped through another book. He read an outlined quote.
“Have you considered him who calls the judgment a lie? That is the one who treats the orphan with harshness, And does not urge (others) to feed the poor. ~ (107:1-3) Holy Our ‘an.
In his dream he fell back and one of the books fell with him because the whirling triangles moved about him. He was dizzy with wonder. Yet a strength held him up with two large green rough legs. Like claws from another mother. She told Mr. Shit about the exodus of all people, animals, and creatures of the earth… and beyond. This is a mantra that we need all remember.
“You shall not wrong a stranger or oppress him, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt.” ~ Exodus 22:23
Silence moved upon us all as we sipped our cold ice-teas. We will focus on the quotes from those books from the trash can! For coming upon us are days of justice and good conscience.
Mr. Shit drank lots of ice coffee. He told us that going back to sleep was not an option!
I hope you enjoy the coming eclipse. If you are already there or travel the journey to get there…If you need some reading material while waiting or after it is over and back to normal life… here is my stuff for your reading pleasure….
“I am the Chief of my own tribe. I captain my own ship and I fall under no label. I happen to identify and relate to the passion and spirit that is called “Punk Rock.”
_ Stig Stench
Wow! TBT! The interview Hudley Flipside did with me for Flipside Magazine back in 2010. YES! This Texas hick made it in fLipside Magazine.Enjoy!:”
1st quadrant: The Radio DJ: 1. Prior to, Raising Punk Rock Radio Back from the Dead!, where and when were you and DJ?
A: You work for Flipside with a name like “Mr Fuck?” …..Whatever floats your wiener! *LOL* Ok! Well here it goes!………. In 1983, I got a job as a teenager at a shit-hole Country Music Station in Silsbee Texas. The equipment was very primitive there even by that days standard. By 85 I ended up in Oceanside, CA. Hopped around Disc Jockeying pirate stations *Cocking eye like a pirate* Harrrrrrgh! and hanging around public access radio shows and such.
2. What process do you use now to access the computer airways?
A: I get up…I sit down..Have either a cup of Wheatsville Fresh Ground Coffee or Coke Zero…Put my grubby hands on my keyboard .I turn on my HP Pavillion p630y PC w/AMD Phenom II X4 820 Quad Core Processor and *BAM!* I terrorize the Internet!
3. What has the response been to starting Stig Stench’s Punk Rock Radio?
A: Well to be truthful, I didn’t expect this type of response. I did it because I couldn’t find the type of Punk Rock Radio show on the net I wanted. I mean I found “looped” and shows that are repeated and taped months ago, but not a “live” Internet Punk Rock Radio Show. I figured if I got 2 or 3 listeners, cool! But I have had such a plethora, NO! a cornucopia listeners and incredible supporters! Kevin Seconds (7 Seconds) and Sly-J (Sylvia Juncosa) help put my little show on the map. Since then Greg Ginn (SST/Black Flag), Ed Colver and Ron Goudie (Modern Warfare/Enigma Records) have given me their hand of support. Greg Ginn/SST are now sponsoring StenchRadio.com. Sly-J (Sylvia J) is my webmaster! CRAZY! I have the best audience in the world! Listeners from L.A to Texas all over the US, Belgium,Canada, UK, France, Pakistan, Russia and …..Missouri.
4. What is the best thing about being a fucking punk rock radio man?
A: A “fucking” Punk Rock Radio man? That question, you’ll have to ask Mrs Stench! *Wink*
2nd Quadrant: The punk in a band.
1. So you have been in a couple Black Death Metal Bands? A:Yes…….*Long uncomfortable pause*
2. What the hell kind of stuff did you do with Negativity Records?
A: I was the vocalist on Evil God’s CD. The very first time I laid eyes on it was when I saw it in the used bin at Cheapo’s Records here in Austin a couple of weeks ago. But seriously, TIM is doing well and he and I are still dear friends.
3. Did you go on tour with a band call the Powerless Flowers in the 1980’s?
A:I did a handful of shows with them there in Covina, CA as their bassist back in 1988. I deservedly was kicked out and came to Austin. I still talk to Abner on occasions. He is a wonderful guy and has a band with his daughter Samantha called Temper Tantrum. I need to call him and catch up.
4. What kind of music do you like best and what is your instrument of choice.
A: Untarnished early 80’s Punk Rock! Obviously, but I have been known to enjoy Early Industrial, Motown and Black Gospel. Instrument: My voice and my PC….I am reforming my band The STENCHES this month.
3rd Quadrant: The Record Collector
1. How old where you when the record bug bit your butt?
A: In 1975. It was KISS, Black Sabbath,Thin Lizzy and Alice Cooper. I saw The Sex Pistols in Circus magazine and TV! I had The Sex Pistols, Ramones and Dead Boys on 8-Track Tape! *LOL* Remember those? My first punk rock record ever was “Nervous Breakdown” by Black Flag.
2. How many records do you have?
A:I don’t know, I would have many more if my ex-wife hadn’t have stolen some of them.
3. What are you favorite four records?
A: (1) The Damned-Machine Gun Etiquette (2) Black Flag-Damaged (3) The Germs-G.I (4) Dead Kennedy’s-Fresh Fruit For Rotting Vegetables
4. Compare records and CD’s?
A: CD’s are more accessible and convenient , but I prefer the audio of vinyl better because it captures the “Live” experience more and it has more soul! They are more meaningful.
4th Quadrant: Who the HeLL are you?
1. Are you a punk rocker?
A: I am the Chief of my own tribe. I captain my own ship and I fall under no label. I happen to identify and relate to the passion and spirit that is called “Punk Rock.” Punk Rock in my opinion is not a genre or fad. It is a revolution and a not to be trite but a state of mind that refuses to be quiet ,but to be a voice of many generations. It is not a shop, a shoe, a tour or even a radio show. It is it’s own true energy and soul. Some people get it! Some sadly don’t. This is the music that stirs my soul and allows me to never die. (Undead)
2. Are you really an evil zombie man?
A: I am part Fulci, part Romero and Louisiana Swamp Rat. …And I look like a Elvis From Hell!
3. What politically motivates you?
A: Amendment 10 of the US Constitution States “The powers not delegated to the United States by the Constitution, nor prohibited by it to the States, are reserved to the States respectively, AND to the PEOPLE!”. The US Constitution originally was to grant Americans the ability to be their own governing voice and the Government was to have very little “hand on” in our lives. Where in the Constitution does it grant for example the IRS to have the power they do over our taxes, property ect? They are a private sector! Can anyone tell me who gave them their power? The Government needs to be totally disassembled. Uprising is what America need! We need to be our own governing voice.
4. Do you believe in love…?
A: Love is what made me start this show. Love is what generates our soul to have passion for whatever it is we love to do. Our Family , Friends, our scene, our music. Love for my Freedom is what keeps me from choking the shit out of anyone who annoys me. I love my wife, my daughter. I don’t like a lot of people, but I love the life that flows through people. Anyone who says “I don’t believe in Love” truly does not believe that. Anyone who does, is either full of shit or six feet under the ground. Ok, that is all you are getting out of me. I am starting to sound like a hippie or a owner of a cheese shop.
Was it 8 years ago, around this time, that M.r. Fuck came to play? Yes… it was…. this is a happy Mr. Fuck day. And we are, here at Flopside comics, ` as we wait for the rain in southern California. I think, well I know, that Flopside Comics suck. People look the other way and are embarrassed for us here. M.R. fuck does not care about bat man, super man or robin (or flesh Gordon) or any of those mighty men… but instead hangs out with the unspeakable and undesirable! Assholes seeking assholes while demanding to be, “More than an asshole!”
“I am a product of Los Angeles Country,” says Mr. Fuck.
“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.”
“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.
“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.”
“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.
Mr Fuck and I are having a deep kind of day. Reflecting, farting and all. He asked me about a particular comic that we did a while back. We started to giggle and so today Tuesday the 17th of November… all care aside we thought it might be better then stepping on dog shirt…
When the film Love Story came out in 1970, I was around twelve years old. As a tom boy everything in the film repelled me. My nemesis and best friend Lynn looked just like that annoying woman Ali MacGraw,
“Love means never having to say you’re sorry,” PLEASE??!!
The guys followed Lynn around like puppy dogs and the time we use to have, playing football and baseball on the golf course hole near her home, ended. All the guys who I use to play with started talking about the film. The naked scenes especially. Just like the pages form the first Godfather book. Everyone was reading the page where Sonny screwed some lady before his wedding. I felt just like Betty White, when the character Rose form the Golden Girls said, that sex;
“Was some colossal joke.”
I had it down. Life was about running as fast as you could, sliding down hills on cardboard, and having dirt fights with massive weeds. It was about hating school, and all of your teachers, and only enjoying kickball. My prime objective of,
“Never stop running as fast you can,” imploded when puberty hit. I blame the whole darn thing on the film Love Story.
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