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Frank Booth

Don't you fucking look at me

About Me

What's your name, neighbor?

My Interests


IMAGE © CORBIS IMAGES
Blue Velvet
FUCKING
Drinking COLD Pabst Blue Ribbon
Drugs of any kind but particularly nitrous, it makes the pain go away
Going for a ride
Hanging with Ben

I'd like to meet:

Shit I hate meeting fucking people, most of the time they laugh like idiots, won't shut up trying to impress me or they completely hate me.

I'm always looking for a good woman
Image © my lovely redheaded "Toobad"

Music:

Only in dreams, in beautiful dreams . . .

Movies:

The Internet Movie Database

Television:

I don't fucking watch t.v.

Books:

You expect me to sit down and read a fucking book fuck

Heroes:

Fuck, I really like Fuck.

My Blog

Fucking fucks they never stop

You and I friend are asking the same fucking thing, Frank, where the fuck have you been? Doesn’t fucking matter, turn the lights off friends and neighbors, I’m back. Fuck what the fuck are...
Posted by Frank Booth on Tue, 25 Mar 2008 01:51:00 PST

Nuts in the ass crack sundae that is my life

Tuesday Today I saw a midget walking a great dane down the road. She stopped in front of a seedy looking cleaners and tied the dog to a plaster statue of Elvis just outside. While she was picking up ...
Posted by Frank Booth on Wed, 01 Aug 2007 10:34:00 PST

I thought that fucker was open until question marks!!!

I can feel it. Fuck. The imminent bile rising in my throat, soon my mouth will be fucking full of whatever should be in my gut. My flesh is crawling, I can't stop fucking scratching, it's times like t...
Posted by Frank Booth on Mon, 23 Jul 2007 01:09:00 PST

It's a fucking rush

Shit man I fucking live for the dark, when only a flicker of light remains and all else is dead. The past few days and nights have been a blur to me and I'm not sure whether or not I'm awake or still ...
Posted by Frank Booth on Wed, 06 Jun 2007 02:02:00 PST

and the horsefiles chewed away at the rotten meat

I stood there on the sun baked mud, the only sounds were the birds and the wheezing gasps of the bloodied victim who lay in a pile at my feet.  "Ray, what time is it?" I finally managed to say, m...
Posted by Frank Booth on Fri, 25 May 2007 01:59:00 PST

Where's Patsy Cline when you need her?

Shit I just took a handful of pills and the objects in front of me are melting into a giant blob. As a matter of fact my head hurts, I think my brain has outgrown my head and it's time to move onto an...
Posted by Frank Booth on Fri, 30 Mar 2007 10:09:00 PST

Red eye fuck

It's nearing three in the fucking morning as my mind drifts in and out of  conciousness. My eyes are sore, dry and I'm sure as shit they're fucking bloodshot as well. The amount of shit I put thr...
Posted by Frank Booth on Wed, 21 Mar 2007 12:04:00 PST

Talkin' bout my Degeneration

Now it's dark.This week is dragging it's Kansas-sized ass slower than lame elderly turtles through winter molasses. I fucking feel as though someone dropped a dump truck on my head, stole my brain and...
Posted by Frank Booth on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 10:55:00 PST

When life hands you meat, fuck lemonade!

If you were about to point out that it's been several weeks since I have written a blog, or commented you, you're probably right. Sometimes life throws you a fucking ... whatever shit that doesn't mat...
Posted by Frank Booth on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 10:55:00 PST

Bloodshot fucking tears

Now where was I? Raymond awoke with a start, his wild eyes searched for whatever disrupted his beautiful coma. In the meantime, Queasy shrieked about how I have no right to disrupt their morning and ...
Posted by Frank Booth on Sat, 13 Jan 2007 10:19:00 PST