Tuesday, October 10, 2006

This message is from Kaye

Hello to all. This message is from Kaye, Frank's wife. I am sorry to inform you that Frank passed away last night.

I didn't know Frank had created a website, but his computer was open to this page when he was found. I was so happy to see that he had people who cared about him to talk with, as I thought he had simply shut everyone out of his life. Thanks to you all for being his friends in his final days. He needed friends. I am sure he appreciated your company and your concern, even if he did not express that appreciation.

Please do not take to heart any hurtful thing Frank may have written when he was angry. I am sure he didn't mean it. He was confused, and Frank tended to lash out when he was confused.

Also, I can assure you there is no Cassie, Bree or other person who was actually in Frank's life at the end. Unfortunately, Frank saw and heard many people who were not there, and he couldn't tell the difference between those hallucinations and people in the real world. The police and the manager at the motel have said that there was no evidence of a person in crisis who Frank was actually helping. It is common for people with Frank's condition to invent dramatic situations.

Please remember Frank as a wonderful human being who had a great connection with nature and a very philosophical mind. He also had a delightful sense of humor. During our happy years, he made me laugh more than anyone ever has. Frank's life was short, but he did a lot to brighten the lives of those around him.

Per Frank's wishes, there will be no memorial service or grave marker. I will be spreading Frank's ashes througout the East Fork trail in the San Gabriel Mountains, so he will always be there.

Monday, October 09, 2006

my drinking game

when someone tells frank to stop drinking, take one dirink

i can play this one all night

yeah, i'll come

need to drink a little more firt

you people piss me off

i don't make puzzles

that's her stupid shit, not nmine

stop trying to solve me

not even close

Anonymous said...
You have miles to go before you sleep, Frank,



HA HA HA HA HA AH

Damn straight

sparrow said...
There's trouble all around the world
Well, it looks that way to me
People don't know what to do
They don't know where they should be

But just one question still remains
To which we must respond
Two roads lead from where we are
Which side are you on?

Now THAT's what i'm talking about.

Cassie

tell lies

Bree isn't lying

She DOESN;'T FUCKING KNOW

OK?

Tell me tell me tell me the answer

Which side are you on, boys
Which side are you on
Which side are you on, boys
Which side are you on

Jesus fucking Christ

This stuff IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU PEOPLE!

Can't you see what she is?

Are you working for her?

Can't you see what she did to us?

"Help me help me!"

Well, FUCK YOU BVITC H.!

I DON'T T HINK SO!

Patterns

So the guy says, Who is this girl?

And then she responds, Slay Cassie, rush now!

How could you miss this?

That was weeks ago. I've only had a few days and I'm picking up the patterns.

All this stuff is right in front of us.

Ask now

We had a fight.

If you have any questions you think I can answer, ask now. I will try to answer them later on today.

This is a limited-time offer.

Because I'm a limited-time Frank.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

Conclusions

--I made the videos. Everything in them is within my abilities, given my past work. And everything in them is stuff I recognize - my Bible, my gear, the area around here.

--Cassie is the voice, and she uses me to communicate.

--Cassie is desperate. She is about to suffer a loss. We are supposed to help her.

--I am going to resist the voice the next time it comes, to see what happens.

--I should never, ever connect to the internet when I am drunk.

--Which is why I am logging off now.

It's me

Nos.

Yes, really

Sorry you didn't find anything.

Confused as anyone

I am the second traveler.

I'm back

I don't know what I did, but I think I know how to figure it out.

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Anonymous said

FUCK YOU I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!!!
FUCK YOU I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!!!
FUCK YOU I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!!!
FUCK YOU I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!!!
FUCK YOU I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!!!
FUCK YOU I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME!!!

now THAT'S what i'm talking abnout

nice chatting with you

tell you what

telegrapoh a pizza to me right now and maybe i'll believe your real

...

thought spo

OK

but you people don't exist

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Yeah, i'll bet

and i was in tyour chat

i hope i DO see you on the east fork

i'll be right there above you

Fuck off

And don't tell me to calm down.

YOU DON'T EXIST.

I EXIST.

YOU SEE THAT?

THhagt's real. i can taste it.

yoou'r just at

your not.,

And plus

your story doesn't make any sense.

don't quit your day jobs

How did you do it?

How did you record my voiced like that. and hers./

see, that;'s where you fucked up. that's how i know you're not real.

becasuse THERE IS NO WAY YOU COULD DO THAT.

you can't be real because THERE IS NO WAY YOU COULD DO THAT.

you should have done as better job.

Whatever

i know you're not therrte anyway

either your there or your not nthere.

if you're reallty there, then i have anmessage for you

FUCK YOU

if you're not there i also have a message for you

FUCK 6YOU

i didn't need to correct the speclling on rthat because YOU'RE NOT THERE.

Nice work

I finally saw your videos. Nice work. I don't know how you guys did it. But nice. Freaked me out. Well done.

But, let me ask you....wasn't that an awful lot of trouble TO FREAJK OUT ONE FUCKING PERSON???!!!!

I mean really, I know I'M pathetic. That's a given.

But you went to all that trouble just to push a guy over the edge - who was ALREADY STANDING AT THE EDGE, TEETERING OVER IT WITH A BOTTLE OFFUCKING JACK IN HIS HANDS, AND PRACTICALLY WANTED TO JUMP ANYWAY.

What an achievement.

I may be pathetic, but what soes that make you?

I know you must be watching me now. So tell you what. Keep looking at the window. I have a message for you.

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

Wow

I guess some website noticed this web log and decided to point people over here and say, "Hey, go make fun of the crazy guy!"

Whatever. That's the internet. It's going to take more than a few mocking comments to get to me, believe me.

Maybe I'm stupid, but I do sense that SOME of you are actually serious about talking with me about the voice. Maybe I'm just being a dupe. Whatever. I'm going to try to sort through all this stuff and try to figure out who is being an ass and who isn't. Might take awhile. Because there is a lot of ass.

Oh, and I haven't emailed anyone. My address is NOT "frankiswaiting." I don't know who that is, but it smells like ass. So, in case some of you ARE serious, I don't want to be responsible for letting you get duped.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

A whole day

If I was going to waste a whole day, I really would have preferred to do it on the East Fork, fishing for trout among the diapers.

Instead, as directed, I waited here all day. For what I do not know. Well, at least my rifle is vey, very clean.

It's strange, this morning at dawn was the first time I really sensed that I knew what she wanted. I was sure of it.

But then, nothing. I felt like "wait" meant I should be "standing by."

But maybe "wait" just meant "wait." I think I prefer the blackouts to this.

Half a bottle of Jack and then to bed.

"Wait"

Sometimes all I hear is "wait." I don't know if it means to wait for something in particular, or to just sit here and wait. It drives me crazy sometimes. (So to speak.)

I've been waiting for a while now. What the hell am I waiting for?