Papa Karamazov, the old buffoon, who never suffers for his indiscretions and leaves the world a much lesser place. His insensitivity to his family, his unflattering insights, and his overriding dark and unrestrained libido all make him an iconic a-hole who can only be relied on to create a scene and take advantage of any situation or weakness in his adversaries and victims. Bill Clinton, a politician of incredible dexterity and mostly made of teflon is the ultimate winner! No matter what he does to the contrary he will eventually land on his feet like… Continue reading
One day a person who refuses to read my novel told me that he wanted to read books about real life not absurd tales of shit eating varmints who kill and maim each other and steal each other’s fly females at random. He also mentioned that he was put-off by the strange religions of the flies in FLYLAND. He disliked the inherent philosophy doing evil, rather than good that was the goal in the FLYLAND’s political institutions. Also, the concept that doing evil to get to Flo (heaven) was… Continue reading
Today I watched a video about drone surveillance and examples of follow-up lethal strikes on extremist positions. Two relaxed fellows were watching their drone monitors and tracking some alleged hard line extremists as the extremists walked around in the desert–supposedly at their nefarious extremist training facility. From the distance the extremists looked very much like house flies scurrying about on the ground. A couple of mud/stone huts and some old cars and trucks completed the desolate scene.
“Shall we fire?” The drone specialist asked the drone manager in charge. His voice was casual, a monotone from the boredom created… Continue reading
The hardworking team at FOREWARD Magazine emailed Mountain Top Publishing and asked if Sir Charles would like them to represent the novel FLYLAND at the Frankfurt Book Fair in Germany.
Sir Charles pondered this request and decided it might well be time for FLYLAND to make an appearance at a major book fair and agreed. A single copy of FLYLAND was USPS’ed to FOREWARD Magazines’s office in Michigan, oddly enough the very state of Sir Charles’ birth, and from there was packed in with… Continue reading
Who knew that flies were literate? Who knew they had such a big story to tell about the daily destruction of the earth mother. FLYLAND will be ignored for a time simply because of the plot formula and the vehicle chosen to tell the sad tale of the desecration of our planet is not nostalgic enough–but who better to tell the tale of our decomposition and decay than the inglorious fly? At the same time, human arrogance being what it is, I believe it will take the average readership time to come around, and probably not until… Continue reading
Ostensibly translated from the original fly text by debut author Sirtup, this four-volume book is a satiric pun fest featuring flies as the heroes.
Who knew? Flies are not only sentient but literate and have been for eons. Fecal the Fly comes from royalty. His grandfather, the Great Fly, is a randy oaf and one of the rulers of Flyland. His father, Imago, disappeared after the assassination of Great-Grandfather Vloid Da Kine and Mother Fecaletta. Imago now roams the earth as a fly holy man known as Phat the Bodi. Against an absurd backdrop replete with Machiavellian intrigue,… Continue reading
The truth will enslave you, especially here on the earth mother.
“The putridity of our world is ripened by our questionable faith…this foul oasis on which we have been spawned is rife with blight and disease! Death, decomposition and trash proliferate…the malodorous feast invites us. Yes, my flock…it grows…like luxurious black mold. The mounds of garbage multiply while the iniquitous areas of pristine nature dwindle…there is no order in this world but the order of filth and swarm…the degradation and putrefaction of all things…there is no natural order…there is only the unnatural order of growing… Continue reading
Flyland—Gad truly shed his disgrace on thee! The birds are on the front line for suffering from the pollution of the beaches and the seas. Books attempting to deal with the issue are not popular nor are they considered mainstream. Fiddling like Nero while the planet is destroyed is mainstream– thus the vision of Flyland and the idea that the planet we are destroying is an alternate universe–not our own—prevails! Ah, even the discovery of the written words of the flies is ignored and the carnage of the innocent thrives.
The Book of Flies was found in the cave Chavet, near the Pont-D’Arc, on the Ardeche River in France.
The minuscule book of fly scripture was encased in the petrified scat of a long extinct cave bear. The Bhuti Fly characters were carefully photographed in exact order from the delicate tanned fly wings extricated from an air bubble in the petrified scat. The Bhuti Fly letters were scribed, according to the text, by a race of royal literate flies that died out many millennium ago. Scientists believe that early man, the ancient cave painters, and flies communicated regularly and that… Continue reading
The truth about fly literacy….Fly scribes busily writing down the characters of the Bhuti Fly language.
Our best scientific guess is that the ancient flies dipped their pulvilli’s, the small appendages something like fingers at the end of their forelegs, in red madder root ink and then drew the Bhuti characters on the tanned fly wings using their pulvillis like quill pens. Our team photographed the text characters to break the code of the fly alphabet. The photographs were printed out on white copy paper and the Bhuti Fly characters were aligned in order. A series of notebooks were arranged for the review of a contingent of Eastern European linguists and Navajo Native American code breakers.… Continue reading