FRANK: I'm Francis Bacon. I am spontaneous, strong, visceral. I am Francis Fucking Bacon. I am not a useless husk. I am not Frank. I am a layered masterpiece of repressed angst. I am flesh and blood, sinew and soul. I am not a worthless, waste of valuable resources. I am not a rabbit. I am a handsome, sphere of compressed rage. My liver is withered. My lungs are withered. My heart is withered. My intestines are gargantuan and run amok with moments past. I am livid. I am an abattoir frothing and bubbling. I am post-modern. I am the rotund harbinger of slow, mental decline. I am the gentle beast; I am David Murray's Let the Music Take you.
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I am Helix aspersa.
Frank is a hypothetical construct.
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