Teachings of the Temple of Funk
My mind is an unparalleled vessel of perspicaciousness. Throbbing with a girthy well of acuity, I penetrate the psyche of the fragile and disperse my seed of knowledge deep into their mind. Dominated and drained, they collapse in exhaustion. Whimpering, leaking, enlightened.
time without time. for it had not yet been invented. yet, hurtling through space with the speed and fury of a billion fists, the funk abounds. it began. four billion years ago. a microbe, the first of the living. the microbe thought not of the funk, yet it was within them. then came the fish. they swam through the oceans like the mind swims through dreams. homo habilis, the creater of the first tool. homo funkus, well, lets just say they had other ideas. man the age of funk tempest