Too late, Frank is dead. I know because I just finished eating his eyeballs. Like he could have cared anyway; he never much liked what he saw in the first place, but the dressing down of his privates in private, by King Tweek ( twerp + geek ) no less, well, that was more than he could bear. Being told he must be sensitive to the most jejune fluffmeisters shorted him out. He would have prefered a public flogging for if Frank was ever about anything he was about getting it on as much as possible for better or for worse. I'll tell you one thing, he sure tasted human, but now he's just dirt & I am his voice, slimier & blinder than you are capable of imagining, & resurfacing only here where the danker adult backsides find repose. Or join me with the farmer & other more thick skinned types over at digby, say, at least until more novel phyla re-inhabit his homely humus & he finds a way to teach the alphabet to the ants.
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- lowly worm 5-20-2003 11:08 pm