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This whole monstruousity was originally conveived February through March 2001 by the members of The Big Note - a Frank Zappa YahooGroup. After an arduous gestation period, this site was birthed on April 11 2001. True to the essence of collaborative effort, these people are held responsible.

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Shameful Family Secret

Introductory Jotting

After years of therapy, I am finally able to share a family secret so shameful that it would make a total stranger - who would never even hear it - blush. Can you imagine? Carrying around this emotional millstone for 42 years, grappling with the hideousness of the truth, not able to share this shameful burden with anyone! Is it any wonder that I often lose my composure and prattle on like a mewling toddler over the least significant drivel imaginable? Hell no. In fact, one would expect someone as pathetically misogynic as myself to be perpetually on the verge of complete psychological collapse after one considers the virtual prison that a skeleton like this, hiding in the ol' family closet, can create...
But, I digress.
My older brother - my mentor, my idol, my friend - is a Homo Sapien... Whew! You have no idea how invigorating it is to finally be able to say that - ostensibly to a group of, maybe not total but ultimately, strangers. I've come far enough in my therapy to face my own sapiality. Though I am a practicing Hetero Sapien, I am secure enough after the aforementioned therapy to admit publicly that I have had Homo Sapial leanings. I often times find myself walking around fully erect - the sign of a true Homo Sapien... But, I'm okay with that.
I hope you are too...
PS I resent whoever it was that suggested I have a cushy job. Any fool knows I have a cushion job. Get it right or die.


In response to SOFA's magnificent post I'd just like to say, "ovarB! ovarB!
Do I hear a cry of "rohtuA! rohtuA!"?
Well, if not, I won't beg. I refuse to beg. If there's one thing I'm not, it's a rohtuA beggar!
I'm very selective. I don't call just ANY vegetable! Also, there will be no sequels, no follow-ups, to this post emanating from me. Nope, not a speck of serial for THIS dog!

Frank Zappa

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