“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.
While the Fuck family was sitting around the table wondering if they would be doing easter eggs this year, and wondering who would be the bunny to hand out the candy, a comic good friday flashback came to Mr. Shit’s mind. He has punkarama dementia and is not on the up and up.
“I think JESUS followed in his mama’s footsteps!!”
“Oh really, ” said Mr Pee Wee Gutter?
“Maybe so,” said Mr. Crap !!
“He may have a fucking point. Heysus was not a cabinet-maker like his dad. He had a whole bunch of dames following him around and paying his experiences too,” said Mr. Pee Wee Gutter!!
“This goes against my belief system dudes. I refuse to be the bunny,” said Bloody Elbows.
Then Mr. Fuck picked up a book he found in the trash a few days earlier.
“I read in this book that Heysus was a good cook. He liked to barbecue all sorts of fish for his fucking buddies and did free poetry readings!”
“Remember to be more than an asshole….Flopside comis suck and so do you!!”