Created: Monday, 11 February 2002 Written by FrankBluesIt was some time after my last drink that I woke up. I was on my back on the ground. Felt the rocks poking my skin. Pasty eyes and wrinkled knackers. A wind skimmed me skin. The sun gone. On the sky was black. Shaky thoughts filled me head. Last thing I remembered was long ago. Felt like my days were long gone.
Was Frank ever there?
The need to tell lies is strong. Frank said that our foundations are built on nothing, and that’s as strong as they gunna get.
All the great religious men are fundamentally con men.