inside of my stomach is a hand that is oh so ready to shake

mc-ride asked: WHAT WROUGHT THESE BEAUTIFUL WORDS FROM THE BLACKEST FATHOMS OF YOUR MIND, FRANK. THE WARM EMBRACE IS THAT BETWEEN A FATHER, SON, AND THEIR SHARED WIFE

i am aunt jemima’s buttery syrup 

i-lane-it-i-feed-it asked: frnak ur just so

IF YOU CAN’T SPEAK WORDS YOU AREN’T READY FOR MY DARK MIND

mc-ride asked: franks its time for you to face the facts. you walked on our wife and me 14 years ago, when i was still but a child. father please. open your arms.

I HEARD A ROBOT PRONOUNCE MY LAST NAME CORRECTLY
AND IN WHAT I THOUGHT WAS MY OWN DREAM HE SAID “STOP INTERJECTING”
FOR SOME REASON I OBEYED AND PROCEEDED TO CROSS THE STREET BUT FIRST I LOOKED BOTH WAYS
CAUGHT A GLIMPSE OF A PARADIGM SHIFT RIDING DOWN THE BLOCK ON AN OLD SCHWINN CYCLE 
SUDDENLY MY AID MATERIALIZED ON FIX GEAR
AT THE SENIOR WINE TASTING WITH MIXED FEARS AND A BUTTON-UP
AND MY FUCKING GLASSES KEEP SMUDGING
AND EVEN IN THE IMPORTANT CLASSES I KEEP FUDGING
GOT A JOB AS THE SCHOOL TOUR GUIDE, I’M NO VISITOR FROM MARS
JUST A NORMAL GUY WITH TOO MANY LICHTENBURG SCARS
THESE THICK-WITTED BLIND SKY WATCHERS THINK THEY’RE MIND EYE DOCTORS BUT THEY’RE GOUGERS
SCALPING TICKETS ON THE FREEDOM TRAIL
I JUST WANT MY LIBERTY TO FAIL
SORRY I’M A BOTHER, A MOSTLY CONSTANT GARDNER 

mc-ride asked: frank please let me out of the trunk its dark in here. no jokes im starting to run out of oxygen

you are NOT MY SOOOONNNNNNNNNN