Sexy Chinese Whisper

Yeah, that’s a painting I did in 2003, think I was living in a Project of sorts.

My life is weird. The advice of former friends echoes…”do something” or “do anything” . I do stuff, man. It rarely manifests in the physical realm though…oh ok. I’m not lazy either. If shit was easier to do, I’d do it. I’m efficient you see. Not lazy, or extremely lazy, at all.

I make so many plans…a Rog Encyclopedia, concept albums, poetry collections, an autobiography… I get the feeling….yeah. I want to do a book. Sure I can write a book. But after writing what then? Man it seems you need to pay to self produce. I also must do a thrash album. I already got the riffs. 56s on the BC Rich has cut it. Literally, my fingers too. Sure I can cut it.

Why can’t I get it together? I get tested every day in similar ways. Some days I eat. Haven’t I done enough? For what? Huh? For what, fuckhead? Enough…for….people….to….like….me, I guess. Yeah, I think I am as unpopular as I ever have been, since ever. Audience. That was it. And my relationship with it. What audience? Shut up. You never played live. I sort of did. But yeah, I would like to play live, really at the railway inn. It’s a bit like K Pax, me being prog and field of dreams



Naming of things



Live Sport

Raging Paranoia


My Gangsta Gait

Seeya, Rog

Author: Roger Francis AKA Android

Musician, Artist, Writer. Telepath. Psychic. Schizophrenic. Auteur. Cat Lover. Cheap, Seedy Quality. Undiagnosed For The Truest State. Happy. Free. Poor. Weird. Eccentric. Single. R. That’s R Hippy, in a PICU

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