FRANCO'S CHAMBER OF ECSTASY



Watch Your Step...

The path is dark and twisted, a mirror of my own soul. Leave your precious reality behind you; bring only your thoughts and volitions. I can't offer you what I dont have, but I ask for nothing in return, so it's a fair bargain. But dont make the same mistake Faust did, for a bargain should not be taken lightly. This is my chamber, be it of ecstasy, or other more primal emotions, but whatever it may be, it is definitely not for the faint of mind. So take this torch and hold my hand, but be warned, there are no definitives. Keep an eye always open for that which is not what it seems.

The Wolf's Lair, where I satiate my hunger

Visit the Dungeon, Go Ahead, I Dare You.

Feel free to jump around the page.

1 The Punching Bag
2 Poetry
3 Fiona Apple
4 Quote of the Moment (Just Updated)

The Punching Bag

Hit it... You know you want to.

Well, I had to get rid of the Soap Box due to a slight decrease in demand, which basicly means that there was none. So I'm going to try something new. Like they say, nothing tried, nothing gained. So welcome to the very first installment of the Punching Bag, the place where you and I alike can vent our frustrations. Anything goes, be it commentary, personal stories, or just rageful gibberish. Once again, I need your help, so please, tell me what pisses you off, gets you mad, or just makes you want to go postal on the general public. For now, I'll start us off.

Stop Looking At Me

You know what really pisses me off? Every time I walk into a store, there's always some asshole either behind the counter, or stocking shelves that always has to watch me like I'm Public Enemy Number 1. All I want is to grab some chips or something and get the hell out of there, but this guy, or lady because it is of course the 90's, will track me around the whole store, acting like he's busy, but keeping a constant eye on me. Like I'm too stupid to notice that he's checking up on me as he pretends to inspect some feminine products. Yeah right. It's one big fucking joke, and I'm the one thats just waiting for someone to say "Suprise, your on Candid Camara." So I just go ahead with my business, buy my stuff and leave. But what I really want to do, is walk up in there with a big fucking gun, put it right to his head, and then make him walk around the store a few hundred times. "How's that make you feel, jerk-off. Nice and comfortable, right?" Oh well. If I dont upgrade for a few weeks, you know what happened.

Poetry

Since I'm already on the subject, here's a poem that goes hand in hand with the Punching Bag section. I wrote it while I was away at this program for writing because I was tired of the way anyone under 30 gets treated by other supposed "mature adults." The program consisted of about 250 people that went through a whole mess of bullshit to get in, so we obviously wanted to be there. But we still got treated as if we were fit for the state penitentiary. So I related it to my numerous experiences in stores and came up with this. I wont appologize for the blatent hostility on this subject because I know we have all been in similar situations. This one goes out to anyone that has ever had the right intentions, but ended up feeling like crap.

Don't Watch Me

I see the smooth gloss of tile floors,
bright, 
yet non-reflective.
There are countless rows of useless shit
with colored labels and warm guarantees,
satisfying and strangely appealing,
but only a fool's comfort.
Bubble glass in every corner
protects against shoplifters.
Sell-out assholes
follow my every move.
Don't watch me anymore.
I'm harmless.
A hungry soul in search of that last bag of Dorito's,
or prehaps an embarrassed boyfriend
looking at magazines when I want a box of Trojans.
I come here all the time,
quickly scanning the shelves,
reaching for my desires.
I pay like everyone else
and try to make friendly conversation"
"How are you?"
"Beautiful day, isn't it?"
"How about those Yanks?"
And always the same fake smile,
a cheap facade for $5.50 an hour.
But I take my bag,
legal and proud,
and walk tall out the door
through a silent security system.

Fiona Apple

This is Fiona Apple, an amazing talent and extremely attractive woman. I was introduced to her recently by a friend of mine, whos link you will find lower on the page (shark). All it took was one song, and it was over. She has this distinctive voice that completely consumes you. It wraps you in emotion, taps into your own soul, and leaves you feeling almost empty when it is silenced. Alright, youve heard it all before, and maybe I exaggerated a little, but listen to her anyway. Do it for me.

Heres two song excerpts for Real Audio

Criminal

Never is a Promise

Or listen to this wave file. Its a small part of my favorite.

Never is a Promise

And in case you missed it, here's the first pic I had up. Fiona 1

Check out the links section for more on Fiona!

Links to other sites on the Web

The Shark Tank--the original Shark, great pics & links
Dunas--more Fiona pics
Osiris-a must!!!

"I don't want to wait for out lives to be over.
I want to know right now will it be."
Paula Cole, singer

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