Frank’s Log V

Blah blah blah Pigs goats fiddlesticks nightmare schism A Wednesday left unturned. Nether regions of light and mustard. It’s unjust to pickle your leftovers if the dogs are unfed. That’s why clowns don’t joke at home. So go back to the basics, give yourself a test: What’s the square root of life? Why don’t the… More Frank’s Log V

Frank’s Log III

My voice. My own fucking voice. Well, who knows? That one fret on that one string of that one guitar effects a certain note, but we wouldn’t say that fret has its own voice. That one key thingy on that one clarinet doesn’t have its own voice. The instrument is the voice. So what frickin… More Frank’s Log III

My voice. My own fucking voice. Well, who knows? That one fret on that one string of that one guitar effects a certain note, but we wouldn’t say that fret has its own voice. That one key thingy on that one clarinet doesn’t have its own voice. The instrument is the voice. So what frickin… More Frank’s Log III