let's not fool ourselves friends. the end of the world is here.
when all the white noise runs dry and the alcohol gets turned down to a dull hum ...all we may have is each other's shitty company.
(i will wait for you.)
though our lips have not touched, we breathe the same air
and as our molecules collide you shall know this to be true.
for if you don't ...well then maybe i've been wasting my time.
these things we say, are not just things we say...they are our lies and our truth. our love and our hate.
and though my tongue may be sharp at times, in my heart i believe in us.
let me decompose in this embrace and be reborn as a fond memory for the dust to settle on and enjoy.
-settle down-
the moments we've shared together, real or imagined, are just a preamble.
i look forward to floating, lost, in our vastness.
sediment-ally yours,
frnk.

-2013, frnkiero.

found, scrawled on a piece of paper on my nightstand:
'it is 4 am eastern standard time and i just finished watching the cinematic adventure, dante's peak, on cable. not shitty basic cable mind you, but real ass, pay extra money, premium channel, beamed down from the heavens type cable. aaaand well i gotta say, i feel violated... i feel like maybe i should shit my pajama pants, open up my cable box and shove said pants inside it's electronics just to cleanse the cable palette. i would then mail the shitty-cablebox-pajama combo to cablevision so they know i never again want to see pierce brosnan perform any more acts of fighting nature to the death.
he really did kill the shit out of nature though, seriously i may just cry....CRY TO THE DEATH! starring pierce brosnan.'
xofrnk

ok, i don't know if you all have really taken the time to appreciate my last photographic post or not. but lets take a moment to backtrack and bathe in the glory that is sweet pea a.k.a. sweat pea a.k.a. sweet peter a.k.a. sneaky pete. a.k.a. dog navarro a.k.a. little brittle a.k.a. goddamnit stop licking the fucking couch!
first order of business: look at those fucking eyes. sweet pea has the eyes of a 103 year old delta blues musician. she's obviously seen some shit you wouldn't wish on your worst enemy... possibly done to her by someone that looks just like you, but still has enough class inside to to give you the benefit of the doubt and probably call you sweet honey child or some cute bullshit nickname if she could in fact speak english words.
back story: so when i first met sweet pea my wife and i were volunteering at a chihuahua rescue in los angeles. we were each given an animal to show around and help find a permanent home for. i asked the woman in charge what kind of chihuahua sweet pea was and i'm pretty sure she said 'i have no idea...im not even sure if she's actually a dog. but she's really sweet and tiny and old and desperately needs a home.' at that point in sweet peas life all that was really known about her was that her paper work had an unfortunate typo, her name was listed as sweat pea not sweet pea, and she was currently living in what was the equivalent of a doggie orphanage. (she was annie, but like if annie looked like rizzo from the muppets and had 3 rotten teeth and a dandruff problem. hard knock life indeed.) anyway, that day i showed her around to anyone and everyone that would listen. most people sneered at the look of her. exclaiming 'ew, what is that?' to which i would naturally reply 'oh it's a mirror into your soul, you fucking shallow prick.' surprisingly this got us no where.
poor sweat pea was never given a chance that day. yes her breath smelled, her wirey coat was a tad on the ridiculous side, and her lumpy figure (on account of her multiple fatty tumors) were off putting. but her personality was that of the greatest companion any of these jerks could ever ask for... but fuck em, they didn't deserve her. as the hours went on and the day came to a close the only person who had the privilege of hanging out with peter was me...and i must say i fell in love. we made a connection... fuck you i know she's a dog, but somehow i got the impression she knew what was going on. and even though we didn't find her the home she desperately needed that day, i knew that in fact we did. anyway yadda yadda yadda we took her home later that week and i've been taking care of her old ass for the last 4 years. so back to her headshot...
look at that fucking wizard beard!?! when we first got her home i had to open that sewer mouth of hers and trim out grey beard hairs that had turned a sickly yellow/orange from her sucking on them.. haha. shit was a gross as it sounds.
moving on...
look at that xena warrior princess chest piece. shits dope right? it's like she's badass enough to know that dressing like a road warrior is badass, but chic enough to know that brightly colored denim is in these days... so instead of looking like a 'leatherstud' she's all rihanna about it.
no one knows how old sweet pea really is, but carbon dating has placed her birth around the cretaceous period. she is wise beyond my years and she loves to dance to pop music. if you shake her sometimes she will tell you your fortune like a magic 8 ball. she urinates right in front of the back door regularly because she knows that i will love her no matter what. she is my sweet honey child, but smells nothing like what that title would suggest. she is my friend and i am happy we found each other.

don't judge a book by its grimey ass cover. take a chance once in awhile. sometimes you will get burned, but sometimes it ends up being worth your while. chances make life worth living. xofrnk

deeeeaaaamn. what a busy couple of weeks. so sorry for the neglect boys and grrrls and dawgs and catz and aliens of all shapes, sizes, and colours and shit...
hmm where did we leave off?
oh that's right! photogs, noise, and self criticisms. well have no fear friends, we shall be back to our regularly scheduled programing in no time! but tonight, allow me leave you with a fortune cookie: "the way to get to the top is to get off your bottom."

today while changing my son's diaper for the 4th time i thought to myself 'how the fuck can one tiny asshole make so much shit?!?' ...and then i thought 'like father, like son.'
here's some new shit i made with my friends...

greetings friends and acquaintances, on-lookers and rubberneckers, enemies and indifferents, believers and fakers,
    i needed to take some time to myself this past week. i felt a moment (or maybe a few moments) of silence was deserved and required. it was my intention to let the dust settle a bit, not form, on the recent mychem announcement. a large chunk of my life (jeez, almost half my life) was devoted to that band and all that went with it, and i felt a week of quiet reflection was the least i could do to honor it and all involved.
   i have written, deleted and rewritten this letter way too many times than i care to remember. i am not much for eulogies so i will keep this short and to the point. i don't believe in holding back your feelings or emotions until it is too late. if you did not appreciate someone or something while they were still here then you have no business expressing cute anecdotes when they are no longer around to enjoy them. in the 12 years i have been in mcr i believe i have said all i needed and wanted to say about it when it counted. if you know me or have ever listened to me speak about mychem you know what it meant to me. i lived, breathed, and bled the band. i believed in and admired the things we created and the people that were involved in it (members and fans alike). for better or worse i held nothing back that i felt needed to be expressed. i loved my band with all i had and i have no regrets now that it is done. we began, we lived and we ended mcr for all the right reasons.
if you were there you know how truly special a time it was...and if you weren't, well then you probably wish you were.
thank you all for the memories, my scrapbook is overflowing and my heart is excruciatingly full.
now on to the next…
  xofrnk.

ok so i've been meaning to tell a couple of people to fuck off for a while now but i just haven't had the time so if you don't mind i'd like to take this opportunity if i may...
dear itunes,
   your newest update can go fuck itself. this shit is the opposite of convenience. i don't want to have to click in and out of my music library, your virtual store, and my ipod. i wanna click, drag, and dump like a fucking human being free from arbitrary restrictions. stop fucking with your shit, cause it's fucking with mine.
sincerely, frnk
dear optimum cable,
  your new channel guide is unimproved. i don't want to be magically transported to jay-z's hottest new club when i'm checking what time american pickers comes on. i want my channel guide designed by geriatric people. i want that shit soaked in pastels, plain as fuck, and in huge print. tell me what time and what show is on and that's fucking it. whichever parson's undergrad designed this new 'look' for you is a dickhead. stop fucking with your shit.
sincerely, frnk
dear nj,
   dude what the fuck? do you have any idea how many times i stood up for you whenever anyone ever talked shit and this is how you repay me? it's fucking spring tomorrow for christ sakes and you're still fucking snowing!?! this shit has got to stop, like right now cause i'm getting royally pissed. i've been sick 84 times this winter and i've fucking had it. i may never recover. get your god damn shit together please before california starts thinking they have the upper hand.
xofrnk

doom ym tif ot decrof era sdrow eseht. 
srorrim eseht fo kcis os mi.
dednuorrus syawla tey detalosi ylsuolucitem. 
elbuort otni em teg tnow taht yas ot gnihton evah i.  
tug eht ot hcnup a si tsorf ruoy.
snroht ni derevoc era syad eseht. 
seye ym gnipacse fo trohs llaf sraet ym.
yrt ew tub.
liaf ew dna.
erom emos yrt ew os.
fo edam si emit tahw ees llahs ew rehtegot dna.

-2013, frnkiero.

your silence is weighted.
poured on thick and antiquated.
a lethargic bonfire.a mixed bag of emotional six flags.meeting with a muffled yawn.
it's time ____
              to be_________
                       a grownup_________________________
                                        or find your own path to heaven.
either way, if you are really lucky only a handful of souls will actually notice that you are gone.
i don't wanna fuck this up i don't wanna fuck this up i don't wanna fuck this up i don't wanna fuck this up i don't wanna fuck this up i don't wanna fuck this up i dont wannfuck thisup i dont wannfuckthis up idontwnnafuck this up
...ah man, and just when i was getting so good at fucking everything up too.
lithium carbonate.

-2013, frnkiero.

this city is noise.
cause and effect found dead. strangled and bound...it's bound to be true.
stars lie face down, drunk and gay. forced to smile,
                                                        forced to shine by the beauty they have witnessed.
truly fulfilled and unruly still.
i am facing my demons...i am the face of her's.
round and red, i've escaped from death, life's instructions burned and unread.
we are now and forever will be unaware of what has to come next.
pale visions of future's past lead the way in last season's lead boots.
i fawn over your wit. i am butter in your mitts. and still i long for everything.
feel free to pity me...they always do. (i make a good lost cause and an easy target.)
forget what you've learned for these woods, once hollow and bare, are now full to the brim with villains.
...ah, but they don't stand a chance do they? (nor do any of us for that matter.)
it's a slippery slope, a losing battle, when you're up against such a sweetly sly smile.
                                                                                                       a tender embrace.
                                                                                                       a glance in the right direction.
                                                                                                       an accented compliment.
you wreck me you scoundrel you...and for that i am forever indebted.

-2013, frnkiero.

once upon a tour, in a van far far away..well los angeles california to be less vague.. my band finished playing show and afterwards my wife and i had the urge to meet up with some friends at a popular booze hole. it just so happens earlier that week jamia and i had acquired a new k9 edition to our family, an all white 4lb chihuahua puppy named sgt. peppers. peppers had been acting strange that day so we didn't want to leave her at the hotel all alone for fear that she might a: freak out and yip our sorry asses out onto the street, b: die, c: rack up our hotel bill by ordering room service and porno, d: c, a, and then b. so we decided to bring her out on the town with us...i think i may have said 'eh c'mon, it's la...every other douche has a puppy in their pocket. it might help us fit in.' or something to that effect. anyway, i wrapped that little bitch in my hoodie and we proceeded to the -'name withheld'- to meet a few friends for a slice of pizza and some drinks. we were stopped at the front door by security and told their policy was no animals inside, which made total sense to me but just as we were turning away the owner happened to walk by and said that if i promised to keep her wrapped in my shirt and didn't let her roam free to piss all over the joint, he'd let it slide. 'no worries, we wont stay that long, and i promise no shenanigans sir.' was my response...and i had every intention on living up to that statement, however having an irresistibly cute and cuddly companion wrapped in your shirt tends to bring out the worstest, and most annoying of drunkards...more often than not, female drunkards(or drunkardesses) for some reason. and so within minutes of our arrival at a table one sloppy patron in particular sloshed her way over to us and slurred out the most eloquent 'urh ma gewrd, luck at thut puppay!' i had ever heard. dumb-fuck questions incessantly followed. her words splattered our ears and table with a vodkaredbullsaliva mist like she was sprinkling some sort of hobo fairy dust on us. oh jesus christ, bruce willis, michael jordan please make it stop! the friends we had come to visit saw their chance to escape the assault and skedaddled, leaving poor jamia, peppers, and i facing certain death. i thought maybe if i killed my wife and then myself right in front of this booze beast we might have a chance to end this 'conversation' and save the dog. but alas, i had no death utensils hidden on my person. our only hope would be if peppers could somehow rise to the occasion and eat this woman hole. at that very instant i felt peppers start to shiver, and deep down i thought to myself 'yes! this is it, attack!' and as if i had written it into the script our captor screeched, 'ken i howld it?' 'YES! absolutely!' i said shoving the quivering time bomb into her body glittered arms.
   *now remember, i said earlier, peppers hadn't been acting right all day. maybe even the night before for that matter. she was tense. kinda unhappy. almost seemed like she was worried about something...ok, enough, back to our story.
so sloppy sally is hugging peppers, talking inebriated baby talk, and trying really hard to kiss my poor puppy on her tiny puppy lips. seriously, like desperately trying to make out with her. when all of a sudden my dog...maybe because she finally accepted los angeles, maybe because she realized she liked kissing drunk girls, or maybe because the alcohol content of this women's breath was so incredibly strong that it got her a little tiny puppy buzz...whatever the case, at that moment peppers just...calmed down. and with that calm came close to a liter of the most tremendous puppy diarrhea i have ever been witness to.
i mean this shit (literally) shot down that ladies arms, into her dress, and onto her shoes with a warm stench that finally made her stop talking. it was comedic ballet.
i carefully retrieved our dog, who miraculously stayed pure white through the whole ordeal, and my wife and i ran out of there hanna barberra style. our hero, peppers, has held a special place in our hearts ever since.
the end.
                           moral of the story: don't drunkenly fuck with the ieros...or you will get shit shoes.
xofrnk.

if ever you find yourself in a race-like contest to see who can be judged and hated the fastest, and you desperately want to win said race-like contest. quickly locate a parent of multiple children and tell them stories about how your only child is sooo hard to deal with sometimes. works every time!

  **if you're looking to get the most out of 2.20.13's post, untitled., or if you're just looking to trip some balls i highly recommend shutting off all the lights in your house and listening to heartbeats by the knife while standing 3 inches from the photo and not blinking for the entire length of the song. (herecomesthepain)enjoi. xofrnk.

in high school one of the few jobs i, frnkiero, landed and wasn't fired from was a cashier at the corporate supermarket, pathmark. this job fucking sucked.
the pay was shit, dealing with the customers was shit, your back felt like shit from standing on their shitty linoleum floor for hours, and you smelled like shit after work for some reason. actually to this day i dislike going food shopping, especially at a pathmark, because of the strange smell that i can't pin point other than to say 'ugh, it smells like a shitty supermarket in this shitty supermarket'. and just so you know that odor will latch on to you for the rest of the day, like you got your leg humped by some sort of food skunk. oh, did i mention there was an underground parking garage at my pathmark where every month or so an elderly customer got beat up and raped? yea, are you getting that this job really sucked?
**wait! side note: wanna know exactly why being a supermarket cashier can eat my fuck? because for some reason, and don't ask me why, but the fattest of women will only pay for their groceries with soaking wet dollar bills they keep hidden inside their convection oven bras, and strange men with eleven fingers will undoubtedly hand you their money by tucking it in between that skinny extra digit  and their other whack ass pinky. if you've ever worked as a supermarket cashier you know i am telling the truth. this is an unwritten law of the trade and you will join me in the proclamation, 'fuck you supermarket weirdos!'.**
ok, so back to the point of my rant. i was in no way a model employee, i know this. i hated the job and i'm sure it showed, as i do not hate things subtly. however, the one thing i had going for me, and probably the only reason i wasn't ever fired,  i was a fast as fuck grocery scanner and bagger. seriously, my item percentage was off the goddamn charts, and no one in the store could even come close to matching it. i remember at every employee meeting the boss would sit us down and talk about cashier performance and the 'pathmark's club 365', how it related to your scanned item percentage. (because the quicker you scan and bag, the more people come through the lines, and the more money they make blah-itty$blah-itty$blah$blah$ make sense(cents)? ok, good.) anyway, if you were fast enough to get into 'club 365' that meant you were a badass creme de la creme scanner, and you received a miniature raise and a nifty gold colored name tag to go with your new status....but for some reason no matter what my percentage, i never made it in to 'club 365'.
flash forward 16 years later: earlier today while cleaning out some old boxes at my in-laws house, my wife and i stumbled upon a few relics of her teenage years...care to guess what was among these long lost keepsakes? my wife's pathmark name tag...'no way, in high school you worked at a pathmark too?' i said, and that's when i saw it.
jamia's old name tag just so happens to be made of a faded gold plastic...with the words 'club 365' engraved on the bottom.
W.T.F?
now listen, i love my wife with every ounce of my being. she is incredibly talented and successful at many, many, many things. the sun can go fuck itself as far as i'm concerned, the earth revolves around her. however, i know her extremely well, and deep down in the pit of my soul i know, without a shadow of a doubt, i can out grocery scan the living shit out of her any day.
so i say, what gives pathmark? where's my godamn 'club 365' promotion?
i do not forgive and i do not forget.
this.
is.
not.
over!
sincerely, frnkiero.

yes, creation is difficult. heart wrenching and head splitting, bloodletting and agonizing, it's all true. but the feeling you get when you put your back, neck, and soul into something and it comes out better than you could have ever hoped or imagined it would... that feeling is immense, and it is only topped when someone who truly understands is blown away by your creation and says to you, 'wow. you made this?' and you reply, 'no. it made me.'
once you experience this super nova, you will forever be changed, and you will forever chase your next fix. and that chase eventually destroys(defines) us all.
dear creators, my heart goes out to you.
[hash(tag) music, words, art, building, painting, photography, home, family, life, love.]

-2013, frnkiero.

1. these arms of mine by otis redding
2. grace kelly with wings by piebald
3. emulsify our hearts by science
3. it tears me up by percy sledge
4. the power of vitamins by hot rod circuit
5. tell it like it is by aaron neville
6. you shook me all night long by ac/dc
7. in transit by albert hammond, jr.
8. shrine by the damnbuilders
9. dreaming of you by the coral
10. to be loved by jackie wilson
11. hallelujah by leonard cohen
12. i'll catch you by the get up kids
13. this love by pantera

failing has become my mantra.
trying is way too hard to try.
when is lazy considered heroic?
if my number comes up, forget i mentioned any of this.
long live the revolutionaries.
lying in wait.
zig zag running away from their responsibilities.

-2013, frnkiero.

hello frosty east coasters, and east coast sympathizers. here's my supersnowdaymixtapeplaylistforlisteningwithears. 10 songs that are sure to wipe away your boredom as you sit in your very own overlook hotel. click on the song titles to listen to the songs on youtube doc....and then hurry over to your local online mp3 dealer and purchase the songs that move you. enjoi xofrnk.


1.  winter wonderland by cap'n jazz
2.   sink to the beat by cursive
3.  drive on to me by elliot
4.  if it's here when we get back it's ours by texas is the reason
5.  am i demon by danzig
6.  a dead dear by the casket lottery
7.  the beer by kimya dawson
8.  hope by the descendents
9.  do you love me now? by the breeders
10. hold your ground by the gorilla biscuits

dear friends on the internet,
    i haven't had a chance to post anything here in a little while. i have a tendency to begin things with a freight train of excitement and then quickly abandon them with a die hard like vengeance. in this instance however, that was not the case...(but let it be noted, i would like to reserve the right to fall into my old familiar patterns whenever i feel the urge.)
   recently my wife and i suffered a loss in our family. it’s a terrible thing, and we miss our loved one dearly, but we are not imbeciles. these things happen. all the time. to people all over the world. more often to the sick and the old mind you...but as they say, death is the great equalizer, and eventually it will catch up to all of us (to the best and the worst of us). But by all means knowing this fact, and even being somewhat prepared for it, doesn’t make it suck any less or scratch the itch so to speak. (the itch of course being the gut wrenching pain of loss, coming to grips with a future without that person, the regret of not over appreciating every single second you had with them while they were still here, and lets not forget the fear of your own eventual demise.)
    i find i have a difficult time comforting people when death chooses to visit someone close to them. i suppose its on account of my total and utter disbelief in anything coming after this life…well anything spiritual at least (like i said i'm not an imbecile, i believe in decomposition). i'm referring to the frilly shit…y'know brightly lit tunnels, pearly white gates, right hand of the father, come back as a beautiful butterfly with a harem of 1000 busty virgins type stuff. don't get me wrong, i’ve tried. i wanted to believe. i was sent to the parochial schools, i signed up for whatever prayer group got you out of the most amount of class…and on account of my ‘word curse’, i have been nominated to write every eulogy i never wanted to write. but what do you say to someone when you are face to grieving face and deep down in your heart of hearts you know there is nothing beyond this lovely charade.
i am not a terrible person. i would love to ease their pain with the ever popular “He’s in a better place now.” or the eloquent, “She was so lovely, that God couldn’t wait to have her all to himself.” ...but really man? fuck that. and fuck god for that matter.
     we are gathered here today, sad as fuck, to say good bye, forever...and then we will have cake and coffee at someone’s house. we will follow that up with days, or weeks, or months of mourning, while rummaging through all of their belongings. inevitably, someone who supposedly loved the deceased will go against every dying wish they ever had, somehow justifying it to themselves while at the same time driving a rift between members of the surviving family. and in conclusion, the government will tax everyone involved.
    people are born and eventually we die, some of course sooner than later. it’s fucking shitty, but it’s life. so i guess in abbreviated terms: life is fucking shitty…and y’know what? maybe that’s just the thing people need to hear most during these trying times...'i’ve been there. it fucking sucks. and its not gonna stop sucking until it eventually just doesn’t suck that much anymore.'
    this is life. there’s no manual. no hallmark card that can make one bit of difference when the going gets shitty. but in my experience, somehow the hard times have a tendency to work out, or at least they just end…in the end.
at least we've had the times we've had. and no one, not even god can take that away from us...but then again, there's always alzheimer's.
xofrnk.

mein kompfy sweatpants and your old sweater met their match today. they danced through our conversation, and fought the whole time i ate pancakes off the floor.
the three of us thought of you when i bit my lip, denounced god, went blind, and even when i typed this meaningless drab until six in the morning.
i think they’re going to be good(meaningless)friends.
       not the kind that are nice to each others' faces and then talk shit the moment the other has left the room.
       more like the kind that meet by fucking the same mutual friend a week apart, because they are young and
       carefree and have tons in common like the pretty people on t.v. or the bullshit phonies in the bar down the
       street(what street? any street, fucking pick one)...not cause they are roach infested whores or anything.
they look so happy together.
great things are going to come of this i promise.
when you come home i’ll show you. (if i can only get these hideous stains out).
we’ll laugh till our noses bleed, the windows shatter, and our hearts fall out onto the floor.
you are mine my darling...
                                                 and the world...
                                                                                 yes, the world shall be ours.

-2013, frnkiero.

      Once upon a time, in a place long but forgotten, there resided a town surrounded on all sides by a great forest.  The town was populated with all different types of people, as towns sometimes are. And the forest was inhabited by all different types of animals, as forests sometimes are. The townspeople and the animals led separate but connected lives, and all lived in harmony. Until one day…
      A middle-aged man from the town was out in the woods gathering food for his family and happened upon a large grizzly bear. ‘Hello.’ the man said, and asked the bear if he knew a shortcut back to town, as it was getting cold these days and dark was quickly approaching. The bear, feeling the cold as well and sensing the man’s fatigue, quickly attacked and messily devoured the man.
     That night the man’s family stayed up all night waiting for him to come home. Growing more anxious and afraid with every passing hour, they watched the night turn into day. When he did not show up, they went to the other people of the town and together formed a search party.  The townspeople scoured the surrounding woods until dawn the next morning. It was then the search party found evidence of the man’s attack and death.  Frightened and sad, the people ran back to their homes and hid. The peace between the town and the forest had been shattered. 
     Meanwhile, news of the murder spread quickly throughout the forest, and the animals called a meeting. The old rabbit addressed the crowd, “There has been peace between our forest and the town for as long as I can remember. But now blood has been shed, and I can only imagine what the people might do to avenge one of their own.”
“The grizzly bear has done a terrible thing. He offended the town and put us all at risk.” Said the wolf. “But don’t be afraid…I know just what to do. Leave it to the wolves to fix everything.”
The animals all agreed to let the wolf pack handle the situation, desperately hoping that he could somehow restore peace and make things right in their world once again.
      As night settled on the land, the wolf pack snuck through the woods and into the cave where the grizzly bear was sleeping. Quietly the wolves surrounded him, and before the bear awoke, the wolves attacked and killed him. The pack ate until they were full, and brought what was left of the bear to the edge of the forest for the townspeople to find.
“Let this offering be penance to the people of the town. May the grizzly’s death quell their anger and fear, and his meat fill their bellies.” Said the wolf.  The pack decided to hide there in the bushes to make sure the townspeople received their offering.
     The next morning the townspeople awoke to find the bloody carcass of the grizzly spread across the entrance of their town. Screams filled the air. “It’s a warning!” yelled one townsperson. “What kind of beast could do this to a grizzly bear? We don’t stand a chance!” screamed another. The leaders of the town decided, in order to keep the people calm and everyone safe, they should all gather together in the church until they could come up with a plan. Overhearing the people’s commotion, the wolf came up with a new plan of his own to bring order to their world.
      Under cover of darkness the wolf pack snuck through the forest, into the town, and without a sound they surrounded the church where all of the townspeople had gathered. When the wolves were sure everyone inside was fast asleep, they leapt through the windows of the church and killed everyone inside.
     In the following days word of what the wolves had done traveled through the forest. Upon hearing this, the old rabbit went to the wolf’s den to confront him. “I thought you were going to restore peace! You assured us you knew exactly what to do, and yet all you have brought upon us is more murder! Why would you do this?” asked the rabbit.
    Calmly, the wolf replied, “…Because, I am a wolf.” And without hesitation he devoured the rabbit.
                                                                            The end.
-2013, frnkiero.

at long last maybe the time has finally come for yours truly to take control of the uncontrollable.
                                                                                            to predict the inevitable.
                                                                                            to accept or expect, rather, the unexpected....
ha. no seriously, fuck that.
a life infested with rats and the traps are hungry. a sea of life rafts, but the sharks are circling. and they're desperately trying to put in their drink order before last call.
reasons not rules.
fight for your right to parlay.
if seeing is believing, ive been legally blind since 1987. but i still cant dance (and i cant sing even though i enjoy showing off my lack of talent to elevator music and commercials on the home and garden network).
so if B is for bed rest, and beestings, and boy dogs who cant keep their dick's in their fur.
and C is for shut the fuCkup before you over stay your fuCking welCome.
then i guess i'll B C-ing you next semester, because im Addicted to my Depression,
fuckers.

-2013, frnkiero.

hi, here's a meme i was working on called 2yr old sociopath...maybe toddler jackal, not sure yet. enjoi.
xofrnk

whiskey filled serenades.
sweet, distilled, sugary defeat.
your breath smells like you’re disappointed in me again.
li(v)e your life away, stagnant and stale.
my soul wanders and it troubles me still.
sleepwalking my days into weeks and then some.
unaware of where the truth ends and my li(f)e begins.
i’ll be just fine my dear.
let my wrists and i figure this one out on our own.
i’m gonna get some sleep tonight, even if it kills me.

-2013 frnkiero

i don't know why everyone that visits my humble abode and uses my toaster oven to reheat old pizza feels they are above cleaning out their fallen cheese from the bottom of said oven. it must be something about my twitchy face or my jovial demeanor that says 'heh-hey i like to scrub cheese, so leave 'em where they lay!", or possibly there's a sign above the kitchen entrance that i've never seen before which reads 'all who enter, fear not for frnk shall clean up your unwanted burnt droppings from the depths of the oven dungeon." (when i am done writing this dribble i will check for this sign, but i'm pretty sure it does not exist.)
it's not just guests mind you. even the woman i love, the mother of my children, who lives here at the scene of so many pizza crimes has appointed me, cheese maid. she of course finds this truly hilarious, ending each conversation we've had about it with the cutest most enraging little laugh. i have decided that if god forbid she must leave this earth before me, i will have no choice but to exact my revenge on her by engraving her tombstone with the following:
"Here lies Jamia Iero: Loving wife and mother of 3, severely missed. She was an angel we were lucky enough to have walk among us... an angel who repeatedly refused to clean up her fucking pizza cheese from the bottom of the goddamn toaster oven."  ...then we will see who's laughing. xofrnk
p.s. there's no sign, i just checked.

   i'm a little coffee pot short, stout, and burnt beyond recognition. sour to the taste and an and, and an and, and an and, and the end...
                                              what a dark mess of additives we've become.
look through my caffeinated eyes my love. i can see the sun in all its ultra violet glory. it beckons me to put off a life filled with procrastination... at least until we have the time to waste.
                               but all i wanted for xmas was a purpose, or maybe to float 5 lines deep.
                                                                        (4.3.2.)
                                     one time i felt like i belonged, but that's neither here nor there.
i can ride for miles and miles and miles and sleep for only minutes. no control but not exactly a riot either.
                                                                                                                               (fuck, you’re such a riot.)
healing powers beyond my wildest dreams, come from behind those lips. i am the dinosaur proudly soaring towards extinction. so smoke 'em if you got 'em kids... cause joe camel needs the pocket cash. or just read 'em and weep cause my royal flush comes with a love note. i bleed spades, you draw horses...... we all go fish for compliments.
          may the lord strike down our penniless heroes, for if not we must take matters into our own hands. 
                        and everything will be new again when we open our eyes for the very first time.
so i'll pick you up at 7 and we'll have a real shitty time, but at least we'll have a time. i'd love you to hate my guts if they weren’t already covered in these damned ulcers, ulcers only a mother could love.
          so for now… peace, love, and misdemeanors. because i plan on being out of step for a while dear.

-2013 frnkiero.

 hi, it is the 13th day of the two thousand and thirteenth year and to celebrate i made a fucking website.
ive thought about doing this for awhile now, i even mentioned it in a twit once...but then i kept remembering how much i loathe technology...67% because i have a hard time understanding it, and 89% because i think people use it for the worst things imaginable. Not that my website has anything good to offer the world in any way, shape, or megabyte form. i guess what im trying to say is that my 2013 new year's resolution is to give up/in. i would like to officially plunge myself deep into the dark steaming fat rolls of the internet. i frnkiero am officially part of the problem....and the pleasure is all mine.
so please feel free to visit from time to time... read my ramblings, peruse my pictures, and deafen yourself on my noise. i appreciate you stopping by.
sincerely, your host xofrnk