In Memory Of Chris Van Vorst
Category: Life

In life you meet many people.. the good, the bad and the many in between. But there are certain people that tend to leave you breathless. People that truly give life meaning, a sense of gratitude and appreciation you feel for these, because they are the epitome of kindness and genuineness.

In Memory of You

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21 and High on Life
Category: Art and Photography

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Don’t Forget to Wash Your Balls
Current mood: productive
Category: Parties and Nightlife

Some people just can't make the cut, they'll shoot for glory... or their vision of it without any planning or aim whatsoever. Such unpredictability though practical when drunk, is useless in the real world. Although life is a game, your odds can diminish in a heartbeat.. as success is measured in wins. If you can't make a shot after prolonged practice you are not part of Team VIP. You are kicked off the team.

I don't believe one is born a salesman.. I believe you can be taught. It was after many a month of focus and commitment on the development of my co-worker he was released after being a complete dumbass and not getting the skill after attending 8 hours a day for the past 9 months. Some people just don't have a clue.. it is amazes me the amount of turd there is walking the planet, and the incredible stank they render. He is the type that will make a stance like he is constipated... make a face you'd think is full of determination and dedication. Take the longest time to shoot.. and then when the release comes and he delivers the ball youre as disappointed as when you found out you'd been dating a tranny.

I mean I got love for the sorostitute that is still with the worst boyfriend in the world,... but please don't hold him to a standard of an hour alone with another girl in a room for a 'palm reading' session while you're making cups in pong.. cuz he'll be in cups too. They don't make hair blonde enough nowadays! (But if they don't like my new haircut, theyre fcukin skanks!)

I'm the biggest party animal you will ever meet. At times I will get sick of it because i'll feel my level of progression in life has been curbstomped by Kimbo Slice, but when I don't make it routine it is enjoyable. Cigar and shades parties at my crib have been the flavor, it seems, this month but occasionally i'll go out to have the random-ass weirdo buy me a drink. I swear, there are new ones every week. These guys are there with some pretty hot girls too.. but for some reason they get drawn to me as if Im wearing that hot new skirt i've been dying to rock all week.. and now i'm chopped sirloin. But just like in classic ruit, if they offer (or i spill a cup) I gotta drink up as treacherous and deadly as it is. My integrity is maintained.

My specialty is behind the back.. with my shades on. It's the backwards stroke that will penetrate any hole.. in a cup. We are talkin' about beer pong here, sicko. I like to throw my balls backwards, at night with my shades on. There can be no distractions however, and waving the hands over the cups is for pussies. Girls taking off articles of clothing is perfectly legal.

Life is like a pong game. Come prepared.. don't overestimate it, but you don't want to underestimate either and fight Kimbo if you are a tranny. Its one or the other so don't buy me any drinks.. I don't know you, and nothing ever happened between us, unless you are the broad in that skirt lookin to get revenge on the borefriend ;p Giants can throw balls with such precision, they are often known to be good at 'flowing on a bean.'

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My Car Is On Fire, Jagerbombs and Personals
Current mood: chill
Category: Life

My humbleness beckons me sometimes. Sometimes you just gotta be noble... you just gotta do the right thing. You can’t be the slut all the time.. you can’t stay out every night.. you gotta go home. It was the night before Easter , 11pm, and even though my phone was ringing off the hook like Spitzer’s call girl, I was gonna go home for the Holiday. I felt the need to spend time with my family and didn’t want to be a drunken, guilty, impregnated by remorse, mess at the dinner table.

I’m such a mama’s boy. :)

Besides I’d want my hot daughter to pass up on her ever-exciting life to come home to see me when I’m a father. It only makes for better karma right?

I pounded a beer and drove an hour home.

Easter was good. Ate a lot of ham. and some more ham.. and some more ham. And pie. and cake. and.. I feel sick. It’s always good to see how everyone else is doing. Brother is getting older.. sis is putting on weight.. mother is more overbearing.. father losing memory and becoming delusional. I love my family but I can only take them in doses. Very SMALL doses.

I’d spent the night, and it was time to get the show on the road and head back to my domain.

A trip home is the least I can do for the celebration of Easter. I’d be blessed for the rest of my life.

To get ready for the journey home I filled the tank. For cadillacs that can be some’ life savings... nonetheless I was ready to go home.

I’d be greeted like a king; I could envision a VIP parade fit for yours truly... complete with Candice Michelle clones dancing all over the place, Portlands peeps out and abroad, with broads, and the latest D&G aviators that scream Frank V. We Run the City!

VRRROOOOOM!!! VROOOMMM!! Suddenly the sun went away and some mean mother clouds came out and rained on my parade- As much as I tried to accelerate, my car wouldn’t go past 10mph...WTF!! I don’t care I’ll just drive this thing 10mph the whole way, see if I care,.. I’ll ride it slow like Kennedy....

Suddenly I’m gettin shot at! Its goin even slower now and I can’t maintain anything close to a highway speed. My white lion, reduced, to a slow-mo snails pace.

The higher powers just shot under the hood and its spewing a hellish black blood that dissipates into the air. My parade has turned into a procession and should any spectator see, I am staggering the vehicle to the sidelines.

It was time to see the damage. Being torn, a part of me was reluctant to see the defilement of my engine, while the other was masochistic to expect the worst. Should the smoldering continue and my whip become enflamed before the fire department came I was content with it. I was due for some hell in my life..

If this was it .. then give me the best you got.

It’s been 3 minutes and combustion begins to spread like a disease infused with malevolence. 2002 White Cadillac with the onyx eyes was about to become a thing of the past.

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Have you ever noticed that searching for an apartment for rent can be discouraging?

All I can find are places where landlords live in the same building, or places that are in ’gated communities’. I am always amazed at how I can never find what I want!

It’s like reading the personals... everybody wants to believe there is something else behind the ad.. instead the ad is the behind, plus 200 pounds. It is so hard to find what you want nowadays.

4 BR Apartment located in
loud, ’girls-gone-wildish’
community. No landlords,
drink jagerbombs every nite
live and die free. We know what
you want. Stripper poles and cave
jacuzzi’s in every unit.

Thats what I’m talking about! I don’t want to be quiet.. I want to be loud. I don’t want to live with a 30-something couple. I don’t want to be with ’easy going’ people that like to relax.

RED BULL NYMPHOS THAT STAY UP TILL 1 PM AND LIVE LIFE TO THE FULLEST.

I can’t settle for the fat girl. I know what I want. If that is the case she is a fixer upper and will be put on FranklyVIPs workout fixer-upper plan.

And, oh yeah, I was put in the situation of having to look for a place after I made it back to Portland. Apparently my roommate hadn’t paid rent in two months and we have 5 days to leave.

Great. Now I have no car and no place to live. But baby I got AMBITION ;)

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The fire department ended up coming just in time... the embers hadn’t yet combusted into flames. I was told however though that if I were a couple miles up the road it would’ve took 10 more minutes for them to arrive... and my car would’ve probably been toast. I am currently using my sister’s Toyota (ghetto).

Of the roommates that booked it in abhorrence to my roommate in debt, I was able to talk the Landlord into financing the debt, getting her out of the house and cutting the lease a month early. and shaving her head...

What? That would be a good thing!

WE RUN THE CITY

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Currently listening : I Get Money By 50 Cent Release date: 01 August, 2007

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If You’re All Coked Up
Category: Life

Hearts making a pounding well enough to penetrate through any wall, these writhing times are always felt at first. The anticipation of a climatic release- whats been built up all this time will ensure a healthy flow of pleasure and bliss. For if without pain, there would be no pleasure. If for only us humans could comprehend that the lagging in life actually brings us forward; the stagnation brings progress, the obstacle, a goal.

Its 12:55 am and I just got back from a run. Though it was hard to run after not doing so for several months, the feeling it gave afterwards all but made up for it. I like to drink and be a pleasure-seeker.. but this only makes me push harder and faster towards WORK. LIFE is WORK. Not in a negative sense... but each and every day is a portrait that is dutifully crafted by each of us. The moments we delve ourselves into each second of our lives get impressed into the canvas of life, whether we like it or not. One can put a lot of effort into it... or one can put a little. But the Picasso in me made me run tonight because I like to live a life of abundance.

In the same light I can hold onto life lightly; I love action. Frank V definitely has to have the clothes, the cars the women. Dolce Gabbana shades, Armani shirts.. bling to make any rapper look silly. My name will be lit up like a tree at christmas and I'll still want more.

Although I can hold a liking to the superficial of life, I am drawn to its essence. Why certain things happen, who people are.. why they become who they are. Why are some people the victims of their life? I am softened by those that are haunted by their pasts: thankful mine was one that didn't become a lingering cloud. Why did Tupac die? Why do people make assumptions? Why do bad things happen to good people?

I love getting to know a creative soul.I hold a huge birthday party for myself every year celebrating not only who I am, but those that I love and care about. Don't get me wrong.. my VIP moniker isn't one of arrogance but of observance. If every person could love who they were, they could love everybody else that much more. The world would be a much happier place if peoples own insecurities vanished and we could all move forward without the lagging.

I exercise because I like to look good. Do I need to look good? No. I like to feel good. Do I need to feel good?

No. Do I need to feel healthy? Yes. Or no? Perhaps ones life is only meant to feel happy.. and thus the pain that is felt in exercising is redundant? If life really was based on hedonism.. would we all look different?

Alcohol makes me feel good. Does alcohol make me look good? No. Does alcohol make others look good? Yes. If I were hedonistic I'd become an alcoholic and throw keg parties every weekend, may my appearance change? Yes.

We are meant to be put through shit. I have become all too familiar with the odor of the times and have prematurely let go of protecting myself against it, becoming a regular at the doo-doo all you can eat.

I believe that life is survival of the strongest and that future generations will prove this.Humans will weed out the unnattractive traits.. be it of looks or strengths.. and that we will slowly, magnificently, maturate to a more similar species. Suddenly the slacking we do in this micro-moment... becomes all the while more important.

I am reminded of the quote I had in my senior year in highschool yearbook

""I do not ask to walk smooth paths Nor bear an easy load, I pray for strength and fortitude To climb the rock strewn road. Give me such courage I can scale The hardest peaks alone, And transform every stumbling block Into a stepping stone."

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You Have Been A Bad Girl
Category: Romance and Relationships

No. You have been a bad girl. I will not put lotion on you, but I will watch you put lotion on yourself. As your hands make their way to my pelvis you become the animal that has lurked inside you and drink the nectar of nature, that you were made for. Giving my energy off, I have the sinister power to turn you into liquid.. your back arches and you are still confused about my disaccord.

I handle you like a lion handles his offspring, and turn you over, so finally our eyes can connect. The friction beneath us sends us into a different world, together... the thrusting and turning of our bodies comparitive to the wet eruption and conjoining of two bodies of water at a waterfall.. just before it settles into a soothing, rhythmic beat. I tease you with my lips in a cocky way, giving you all that you need.. while the dew our mouthes form seem to refuse to part to our regular temporary detachment.

I pick you up like you haven't been picked up since you were four, and turn you around... the pink paint that we've delved ourselves in tonight reminds you that you are with somebody that has no restrictions, limitations or constraints. A gyrating, moving piece of art, I pin you face down.. letting you feel my weight. My knee in your crotch... letting you know who is in control.

As I squeeze you, you feel my warm breath rush into your ear. You made me feel really bad today. Your breathing picks up and rushes through your body as if you had tasted your first breath of life.. encapsulating your mind, body and soul into one single moment. With a firm, commanding voice the words slip from my tongue... It hurt me today when you felt scared with me. When you pushed me away, I felt unwanted. Is that how you wanted me to feel? If I felt pushed away... I wouldn't want to come over.

You know whats coming next don't you? The words grab you in all the right places... your compliant reply reaffirming my belief that I am king in my kingdom. I can feel your breathing get heavy and deeper.. as I augment our passion. I command you to lay your ass over my knee and I proceed to give you 4-5 inflamed spankings for punishment. You have been a bad girl. Daddy doesn't allow this. We suffocate to the emotionally dense atmosphere.

I am going to make love to you. I then realign you, as if in a mission, for complete satisfaction.

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I am a man of few words
Category: Blogging

Just do it.

Never Satisfied.

Stay Strong.

With the fewest of words these run through the domicile of my mind endlessly. It is with these remarks I am invincible.

What are yours?

Currently listening : Songs in the Key of Life By Stevie Wonder Release date: 02 May, 2000

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I NEVER GET CRAWLED ON
Category: Life

As humans, each and every one of us strive for what we can get. We crawl amongst lifes conflict in an effort to find the honey in life.. often times crawling over others to get to what we want. It is important to note that even though there is an impression that common courtesy still exists, one must remember.. everyone is out for themself.

It wasn't long ago that I'd started a new job and was in a place that was foreign to me.. both in environment and people. It became a problem when a co-worker thought he could disrespect me in a manner that a pushover would tolerate; surely I am not one. I hold my head high and my chest out. My path is always clear of debris, awaiting my strut.. and surely it will always stay that way.

Clearly, once something got in my path I removed it... and indubitably gave him the message. It is most important that when in a new place.. one sets the boundaries for themself. That they deserve the honey of life.. otherwise you have already succombed to being a victim.

It is something I truly admire in myself, for I know my position in life. But it is something that can be easy to forget when starting out.

Obviously, the honey is mine.

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Currently listening : ANThology By Alien Ant Farm Release date: 06 March, 2001

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A Brief Message from Mr. FranklyVIP
Category: Blogging

Stop the presses and close the floodgates..  it's been widely known that Mr. FranklyVIP has been absent from the blog, myspace and online scene. But nonetheless the man himself has been busy reaching for the stars, stroking his ego and feeling fortunate about life all at the same time.

Getting a job in sales has gotten me almost completely immersed in a career that clearly defines me: sleazy and annoying. HA. I have busted my ass for the last 3 or 4 months in my line of work.. working many 12 hour days in a shopping mall amongst thousands of people every day. To put it simply I've become a hermit crab.. a living and breathing crustacean chrome dome, that has no social life, online belonging or human interaction besides work. I cannot say it hasn't done me any good though.

In three short months, theres been rumblings of making me assistant manager of a branch of a multi-million dollar corporation. Not only have I reached the top of the market in sales- both in activations and protection plans... but I've become a household name to the masses. The 'V for Victory' slogan that has been tossed and turned around me like bling-bling on a platinum rapper's neck, has finally rang true.

Although I am at a loss for words in a moment I'd wished to spare reconciliation with those lost in touch... I hope to reconnect with you all. I was talking with a friend of mine just a few short moments ago.. and she was saying how she'd babysat a few kids.. and they'd just play the same board games over and over again...

and then I thought..

Why couldn't it be that easy for all of us?

Who needs to 'do new things' every day... try new games or try and achieve MORE. I think that one thing we lose as grown-ups.. is that we think TOO MUCH about things.. instead of just living in the moment.. and having fun.

So thats what I choose to do. Live in the moment.

Two years without a life.. isn't that long... right?

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Currently listening : Far Away Trains Passing By By Ulrich Schnauss Release date: 01 November, 2005

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HERES TO FOG IN OCTOBER
Category: Life

While I may think highly of myself, as one of VIP stature should... I do not believe I've solved the puzzle quite yet. But I do think that the essence of life is one of more importance than is conveyed to me.. and so I shall find a way to make purpose of it.

Because I don't have a choice.

Thinking back on my childhood and the way things were.. I can't help but get a feeling of disdain. It is not that I did not accomplish anything... rather the opposite. But it is because nothing of significance has migrated from the past. All I am left with for today, and for the future is a steadfast version of myself, and an ever-changing identity.

It is not that this is a bad thing, but it is a letdown to my behalf. Growing up, I had an expectation that things would move on a grander scale.. and take longer. Although I have accumulated a great deal of confidence and memories from my past, I feel as though I have been cheated for the first 1/4 of my life. To whom I take up this beef, I do not know.

Home doesn't feel like home anymore. Women are easy. People are predictable. Money isn't everything.

I feel like I'm part of a big scam... not that I can't play the scam and win over and over again... but it's just a little bland. The weather has gotten foggy and it's a little hard to drive.

To sum things up, I feel like I'd awoken from a deep nap as the past becomes more of a distant blur. I am unsure as to whether I am alone in these thoughts, or if others draw parallels in their thinking.

What do you think?

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Currently listening : Freak 'N' Roll... Into the Fog By The Black Crowes Release date: 19 September, 2006

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