Ik Nak Fu

Greetings, my valuable and obviously quite intelligent fans! I come bearing a message of hope and solitude! Of a maddening glory that strives to bind and stay bound to the side of the rocketship that flies merrily along, straight into the heart of the good things to come! As usual, we come bearing gifts, but are they gifts as much as they are hollow, self-agrandizing platitudes intended to baffle and obsfucate the truth behind it all; that here at Fu HQ, we have no idea what the hell is going on, and care even less?! YES! For truth in advertising is the exact same thing as pandering to the base impulse, the lowest common denominator, and the wreck-ed ruler and undisputed rasberry ice cool-er! Get on thy machines and ride, my beloved Children of the Corn, RIDE!! And then? Upon reaching thy destination? To bed my good people, to BED! For tomorrow we rise to sally forth and put the infidel to the sword! Yes! So! To sleep then, that on the morrow we might rise up to do battle! Yes! Some of you, of course, shall climb the hallowed walls and thereby rest forevermore in the Halls of Valhalla, yes, for some are destined to not return and enjoy the heavenly feast, to masticate upon the gloriuious, sumptuous banquet prepared to herald and anounce to one and all the wondrous spoils of victory, but thats no reason to NOT get a good nights sleep, so again my good people, I beseech thee...now it is come time to fall into bed, and therein sleep the dreamless peace of the infantile and chosen! To BED good folk, BED!!!

Wheat-a-Bix forever, my beloved children of the corn! Yes! When you know not where to go or what to do, Ik Nak Fu! When reason collides w/ doubt and leaves you wondering where have all the good times gone? Ik Nak Fu! Here at FU Headquarters, we strongly recommend a steady diet of this, that, and the other thing; taken at least twice daily, but we leave the numerology quotient endemic to your particular needs to your discretion, it's just the way we Ik Nak Fu for you. Now some might accuse The Mighty Fu of being nilly-sillzah tonk and sometimes even a bit too much wubby-wubby goopy-doopey clumpus, but tis a goddamned fookin lie I tell you, a mean, narrow minded, and ultra specious lie! Nothing could be further from the truth. Here at Ik Nak Fu HQ, we strive to create a mystery born of the sweet and simple, and as for the assorted clattering whispers regarding providence (and sanity), we demand the right of being allowed to sleep 2 nights a week out on the back porch next to the broken Westinghouse.
Thank you for the groove which you, our loyal and clever fans possess, a groove that makes the sing-song wicked burn merrily within our honeycomb hideout; everything we do as Ik Nak Fu is done for you and not for any reason other!
Love and affection,
Ik Nak Fu

It's no longer 'Hound Around', my beloved Children of the Corn! It is now titled ' No Strings Attached', and you can find it everywhere, or at least anywhere drunken, dope slamming, heirophantic Ho's and Bro's do their get down, hoopy-doodle, git box tickle shenanigans and tomfoolery. GO TELL IT ON THE MOUNTAIN!
And of course, as always, love you; love your world!
Yer pal,
Ik Nak Fu

Wooooooo-hooooo! Hell yes! On all platforms and stuff like that, look it up; Hound Around by Ik Nak Fu is available for purchase, my beloved Children of the Corn! There is joy there is fun, there are seasons in the sun, but the wine like the song means that season IS A F#&ING ZOMBIE AND AS SUCH IT LIVES ON!!!!
Personally chosen by yours truly for maximum ear breaking, heart shaking wonder, the mighty Fu can now be enjoyed anywhere, at anytime, and for any reason you like! welcome and
For yes, it is true! THE MIGHTY FU? SHE RISES!!!!
thanks and you're welcome and ok, talk to you guys later!
yer pal,
Ik Nak Fu

We ride at dawn!
A soothsaying at the 1st falling of the leaves.
A roundabout wander across the deep, the down, and of course, the wide narrows.
9 candles will be lit!
And one waffle will be eaten.
Upon thee, ye, and the diamond collared seance of the sea,
I wish all light and no shadows upon your heart.
Yer pal,
Ik Nak Fu

Here is my message to all of you; We stood at the edge of the sea. A small man from Dithering Wedsnesday-on-Whey named 'Mr Gerald' informed us that he was now 'in charge of medication for THE SENATOR'. With a grain of salt and a pinch of pepper, two onions, a boatload of black tar and 500 Thai prostitutes, Mr Gerald then sailed off into an unfeeling sun. But we, sporting the lassez-faire attitude borne of the walk of a golden mile (for which we are globally renknowned) well we wound up in Norway, or perhaps Sweden, no one is really quite sure, we just know that it's somewhere in the 'Nordic Climes'; where we then spent a 'liquid summer' fixing girls w/ our pipes.
Thank you for your rabid fan-Dom, it is humbling and rather beguiling.
Sincerely yours,
Ik Nak Fu