lot of folx ask me about my name, wonder if my parents were hippies or something...well, in a way, yeah--even in their straitlaced Westernized ways, allowing your kid to become the person they desired to be was pretty revolutionary way back in the 20th Century.

still, that's not why I take the field every gameday with the name "Warflower Jones" on my back.

see, about a decade back--damn, time's been weird in the 2020s--I managed to perform the alchemy of distilling my entire personality--hell, the person I aspired to be--into a few lines of prose...sort of a personal manifesto.

you know, the cool kind.

so when I committed my remaining days to the resistance just a few years ago, I knew there was only one way to properly express what lay deep within my spirit: by truly introducing myself every time I said my name.

the poem appears below in full...I hope after reading it you have a fuller understanding of myself and my ambitions with this project.

if you're listening with the right kind of ear, you can hear my entire life story in the name I shape my existence around.

in any event, I appreciate your time...it's all either of us really have.

"a sit-in on society, this is active resistance

to this twisted existence and opposition within it

breaking down borders, stressing ‘less’ beyond their ‘limit’

heal divisions with frission and take defensive positions

this shit is hard, being happy doesn’t equal soft

so go ahead and flash a smile, it pisses people off

not everyone can be saved, so let the people talk

and with a little luck ya might stave the Reaper off

enjoy life, the best revenge is living well

avoid strife because anxiety’s a prison cell

it’s your right, the alternative’s a living hell

come on, fight…can you even defend yourself?

Nagasaki blossoms or a daisy in the barrel?

I stand ready for either in my colorful apparel

saving love letters while the spam gets deleted

I fight fire with fun and I’m fuckin’ undefeated."

all power to the people.

--Flor!