Sometimes, oftentimes, when I close my eyes, I see a mural in front of me. On this mural, I can see, but not make out letters and words strung together like they’re on some giant scroll. These words and paragraphs appear on a solid background, often orange, and if I could shine a light on this mural, I could make the words out … I believe. Frankie The Earthman.
Frankie The Earthman 