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The story of Frank

Hello to whichever person is reading this random blog in the middle of the internet for no apparent reason. My name is Frank and I'd like you to tell you the story about my existence and why I decided on one cold day to start a blog for no other reason than to... uhhh... Fuck, I don't know.

So my heart-wrenching story starts in a cardboard box in some country where I decided that writing was extremely easy and a brilliant idea that'd make me rich because I thought I was super funny and talented even though my mom said otherwise. So I decided to write some really fucking awful amazing stories that got lukewarm reception and from that point on, I knew I was going to make it.

"Make what and how Frank?"

That is TBC but what I will tell you is that salt in coffee tastes amazing and takes all the bitterness away if you do it frenchpress style. Anywho, this lowfi blog is a testament to what an economical motherfucker I am in the pursuit of my lackadaisical fantasy dream to become a half decent writer across any medium and hopefully make money from conning imbeciles who think they're being clever by trying to buy any product I may offer in the future for "irony" like some fucking wannabe subversive degenerate who yell "LOOK AT ME BRO, I'M DIFFERENT" while fucking their best friend's sister on the side in a shitty grey Camry.

Probably brings me onto the next point. This blog is mainly to post stupid stories and other bullshit that comes out of my fucked up mind in the hopes that some sad fuck from the internet screenshots it and makes me rich so I can wind up on expensive cocaine and crash out in a beach house in Fortaleza while wondering if I've made it or not. Also this blog will ideally have no money spent on it because I have better things to spend money on like Winrar or weird trinkets.

So that's it for now I guess.

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