Who Says a Funk Band Can't Play Rock?

"We're gonna play some
Funk so loud
We're gonna
Rock and roll around"
-Funkadelic

Which is serious. Thems.
I am solid snake. Not snake plissken.

It was a snow storm here, Eugene Central.
I rode Boy Blue; the evolution of change.
Slush, Snow, Chapped Hands, Pain, Water.
It was what I thought. It was hard.

No falls.


Glad I don't own a fixie.
I want a Frankenstein, I got a Frankenstein.
"In the Name of Science,"
His Epic.





My angry face, my huff.
The sole survivor of the strongly felt.
The new generation of the Righteous Nons.
I am the education, the polite.
I declare myself.
In the Name of Science.
The stand.

My face is tighter in the mirror,
rougher.
But I still like root beer floats.
Cooking.
Tapestry and weaving,
On which today I bought a book.
Opera.
I think I'll try once more
to grow a beard.

An ever growing collection of things. And music. And hobbies.
I wish I had my R.C. cars down here.
There is only one left.
Mini, 69.
Blue.
1.

Sore?
Am Not. You're sore.
But sure, sore as in licked?
I'm not licked. A dense head. Literally, 14 % tougher than you might expect.

Years of television didn't rot my brain.
I'm an expert.
Everyone has the capability,
You just have to turn it on.