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taken 2013, by frnkiero.

hi…so today i ended up having a very nice conversation about music and other things with Sam Coare from Kerrang! magazine. after i got off the phone i went down into my basement and wrote this song. Sam and i had talked about inspiration and creativity, and i told him i go through periods of making things and then a week later hating everything i’ve made and destroying it all. i told him i’d like to try and experiment with creating something and releasing it before i have a chance to hate myself for making it. so when i wrote this song it almost seemed like a dare… joyriding. (demo) i’m not sure what they said, but if it’s true i’ll bet it’s just one more thing i’ll regret. i hate my weaknesses, they made me who i am. ‘yea it’s cool i’ll be ok’ as i felt your pain wash over me, so i dry your eyes and hide my shakes  because i hate that look that’s on your face. these things inside my head, they never make much sense. so i wouldn’t hold my breath… i hope i die before they save my soul. 'yea it’s cool i’ll be ok’ as i felt your pain wash over me, so i dry your eyes and hide my shakes  because i hate that look that’s on your face. don’t hang up, because i don’t have anyone left here don’t give up, don’t hang on to anything i’ve said. i hate my weaknesses, they made me who i am it makes no difference, i’m insignificant. 'yea it’s cool i’ll be ok’ as i felt your pain wash over me, so i dry your eyes and hide my shakes  because i hate that look that’s on your face  and this is not the end for us. -2013 frnkiero

travel is fun, but i’ve missed my heart.

taken 2013, by frnkiero.

taken 2009, by frnkiero.

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.

   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.

Buenos Aires, Argentina February 1st, 2026

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