 | 6 Degrees of the Purple Banana M o n d a y , J u l y 3 1 , 2 0 0 6 On many occasions, Kenny has looked at me and said.. "What on earth made you think of that?" Okay, so yesterday i grabbed a pic of this church. 
When i pulled it off of my camera today, I began thinking about church. And then um, i was thinking about Washington, DC and um, we listened to the Purple Rain Soundtrack in the car on the way home and um, you know how "Let's go Crazy" starts out with "Dearly Beloved.. We are gathered here today to get thru this thing called Life." Which is all church-like and sermon-y, SO..... I started thinking about the movie Purple Rain and that crazy motorcycle Prince rode like a little purple badass in a trenchcoat. Still with me? Okay, so you see where i'm coming from?
Whew.
What IS that motorcycle? Apparently it’s a Honda though there appears to be much debate over which one exactly. Silverwing? Honda CM450E? Well, which ever it may be, it sure hasn't stood the "coolness" test of time, for me. I want to love it, because well, admittedly, i love Prince. He's got more funk in his teensy-weensy, assless pants wearing pinky than i have in my whole body even if i were to be reincarnated 3 times over. But i digress... The most compelling thing to me about this whole Prince motorcycle business is how he rides in those heels. I want to ride in heels, damnit! And a silken, ruffled cravat, too! I want to wear my hair in perfectly coiffed ringlets that barely flutter in the breeze. I too want to pick up a slutty harlot who will ride on the back in a cape and underpants and then throw herself into some industrial waste polluted lake, pink distracting knockers glistening in the setting autumn sun. No... wait..., that's not right. I want to kick ass and take names while wearing deliciously fashionable footwear, to boot. (to boot, get it? Ha.) Well played little, purple man. Well played, indeed. |  |
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