Frankie's back!

[Frank The Bunny]

So, I wasn't gonna come back to this shithole. But it wasn't because of this shithole. I love this shithole.

Something happened after Jake Brockman passed away. Something that shook me to the core. Something that hurt me, something that angered me. Echo and the Bunnymen are a source of some of the greatest joys of my last 30 years...and of some of the greatest stresses and heartaches.

For most of us, our online persona is not who we really are. Though in real life my name is not Frank the Bunny, I've been able to express my thoughts and opinions on this forum because I've used that name instead of my own.

In real life, I'm just a guy that goes to his job every day, tries to be good at it, and spends some of his free time alone, and some of his free time with those he loves and cares about.

I've returned to this forum because I love and care about the people who use this forum & the people who built this forum. To most of you who use this forum, I am Frank the Bunny. A few of you know my name in 'real life'. It's now time for the rest of you to know.

For some of you, this revelation will be painful. Some of you will have already figured it out. Some of you won't give a shit.

So, here goes...

In the 'real world', I am not Frank the Bunny.
In the 'real world', I am Ivan Smith.
Yes, that Ivan Smith.

Hi.

[withahip]

You should be happy Frank. We are happy and you should be happy, too. Er, Ivan.

[Dr Cheese]

in real life my name is not Frank the Bunny

[black francis]

Welcome back bitch!

This calls for:

Here is a song from the wrong side of town
Where I'm bound to the ground by the loneliest sound
And it pounds from within and is pinning me down

Here is a page from the emptiest stage
A cage or the heaviest cross ever made
A gauge of the deadliest trap ever laid

And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found that I belong here

The heat and the sickliest sweet smelling sheets
That cling to the backs of my knees and my feet
Well I'm drowning in time to a desperate beat

And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found that I belong

Feels like home
I should have known
From my first breath

God send the only true friend I call mine
Pretend that I'll make amends the next time
Befriend the glorious end of the line

And I thank you for bringing me here
For showing me home
For singing these tears
Finally I've found that I belong here

[Frank The Bunny]

I deleted the "fuck you bitches" from the thread's title.. as I don't want youse guys to think I'm saying "fuck you bitches" in an unkind way...

[Dr Cheese]

[Frank The Bunny]

nice. I'll take two.

[JackT]

So, who didn't know Frank was Ivan? I'm guessing nobody, or wojo at the most.

[Mr. Brian]

Can I still call you Frank?

[Frank The Bunny]

So, who didn't know Frank was Ivan? I'm guessing nobody, or wojo at the most.

Really? And here was, all anguished and shit over making my big 'dramatic revelation'.

So, Jack... how's it hangin, dick?

[withahip]

Yeah, seriously Frank - everyone knew you are Ivan. No joke.

[Mr. Brian]

Really? And here was, all anguished and shit over making my big 'dramatic revelation'.

It's ok, you can still be anguished over the fact that you have a small penis and your cat hates you. Strangely there is no connection I might add.

[tonywojo]

So, who didn't know Frank was Ivan? I'm guessing nobody, or wojo at the most.

it means nothing to me oh vienna

[Kounelaki]

it means nothing to me oh vienna

Are you really Midge Ure?

[JackT]

Really? And here was, all anguished and shit over making my big 'dramatic revelation'.

So, Jack... how's it hangin, dick?

Not too bad.