oh i could have a nucular meltdown over this godamned obsolescent camera and the one i sent back may be lost in the amazon of commerce and i so fustrated i could have a anurism i could have a nucular implosion i'll be alright.

i started the afternoon walk kind of despondent and Rock Steady started singing my brain and it felt so good on my neurotransmitters i sand it out loud and got steadily feeling better then the camera failed and then it miraculously allowed a few images to be squoze out of it ah.

then i kicked up some dust and ran toward the concrete abominable ramparts singing again out loud and i noticed copp responding looking up and kicking up some dust

and when he's running he ain't snarfing goose poop and rabbit

and two nuns came off the bridge right when i said Fuck! to my camera but they didn't notice being focus on god

i couldn't recall the whole song  but shit that's a good one if it makes you feel  like that every day. i sing it's a funky and lowdown feeling, it's a move from side to side, what it m,eans is i might be doin', this funky dance all night, Rock!Steady!

and i sing that song all the way from spider bridge to the plastic bottle whale and when i say Let's call this song exactly what it is  copp goes, what it is what it is. and when i say Rock! he says, steady.

and then i squeezed out a couple more ice coated driftwood sculpture pictures and we saw the nuns again and though they were talking intently they turned to smile radiantly at my golden boy.

and that's what it is.