Flyland

Flyland, the tale of Fecal the fly and the loyal Arse, one of the great adventure novels of all alternative time and space awaits…are you ready for the philosophy of the flies?  Ready to open the novel….the reviews have been outstanding but it means nothing without your participation… Sir Charles

MANDUR, India — Outside Bangalore’s last official landfill, the garbage trucks regularly lined up here for hours, their burdens putrefying in the afternoon sun. A stinking mountain of trash, the landfill has been poisoning local waters and sickening nearby villagers. Another dump site was in even worse shape before it was closed recently after violent protests.

“Oh my brother and sister spawns, we bask in this foulness”  said The Great Fly.  “The mounds of garbage multiply while the iniquitous areas of pristine nature dwindle…the toxic air and the polluted water…from The Sermon of the Great Fly available… Continue reading →

The first cartoon panel of Fecal the Fly, drawn way back when, is a story of Fecal being a fly on the wall of the white house and listening to the president and some high ranking military leaders discuss the bombing of some middle eastern country, probably Iraq in those days and Iran now.  Fecal is so outraged and he takes off to try and tell somebody about this impending disaster—to warn the public.  But as usual, Fecal finds out the public doesn’t care much for anything but their own petty concerns, and certainly not about people so… Continue reading →

Flyland may live out its next current cycle  in sequel form on Kindle as an e-book.  We may use this fly for the cover who looks very much like our hero, Fecal.   What do you think of this guy?  

The Book of Flies was written by Goo, the fly historian.  He was also the first fly to scribe the Bhuti fly language into letters and words.  One of the ancients, he was spawned in the same cycle as Slack the Recycler, the son of Gad, and Gad is the god of all flies.  Goo became a disciple of Slack and was one of the first of the zealot messenger flies  that Slack ordained.  So it is written and so it is.

There is nothing to fly for
and nothing to die for
there is no place to go
and nothing to go there for-

Quatrain 51  Book of Flies

The fly in this drawing is suffering from disbelief.

He pretends to believe in his Book of Flies, but in his

dorsal vessel he knows he does not believe in Gad.

We will discuss his plight in future blogs.  He-he-he.