the season finale of season two is finally here. a mere five months later. a deep dive into the last couple months. art, tragedy, n’ secrets await for you darling. before i disappear as they say.

it’s the end of the year. i’m wrapping up time with y’all talking about what apple music doesn’t know. the records i’ve let spin, collect dust, and shared. the growth from these past three years. how music is a timeline in my life and how it’s shaped my writing. call it apple replay not spotify wrapped.

let’s ketchup. all the gold, silver, and bronze minus the blue of last couple of months. hosting change again and again; as i prepare for what i’ve left in me. what i’ve been dreaming of. how holidays have been. going on to wrapping up season 2 of fagments of frank and a third year in nyc.

the opinion no one asked for you sought. i rank lana del rey's discography for "research" after a week of pulling all nighters; napping on and off. with an unexpected coffee date sparking a conversation unheard of at eight AM.

art. it's always about art and legacy. am i digging a grave or the start of a wonderful life? up all night again with poetry bleeding from the tongue i've yet to let the cat have. reaching the end of what seems to be the start of the record. i figure out if where I'm heading i can be proud of myself. it does it all seem bloody and childish or a triumph or both? find out thinking out loud with me manically.

opening up about my SA journey and where i tend to fall now. the ups and downs the steps both forward and backwards. after pulling an all nighter i find myself in a vulnerable place. when the world feels like it's come to an end i come to fagments of frank; i lay my fruit out on the table.

change. i address myself; where i’ve been and how i feel having my morning coffee. answering piercing questions and evaluating my growth. answering the internets questions and just shits and giggles about life recently. how i keep going and loving in a world as dark as my nightmares. the first part of figuring out where i stand with the broken relationships in my life weather that’s with myself, men, or others.

i stalk old high school crushes on instagram and talk about the boys “the gays” liked and knew were closest. how the love i had turned into the lust i’ve to put with today. a peak-a-boo into the high school heart i had. oh how times have changed; catholic school boys and daddies in ohio to brooklyn bar boys and manhattan new money men in new york.

the panichi’s peach tree; frank, the fruit of fenwick audio.