Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for December 10, 2016

Rain? Giant heads?

Inception-style foldovers?

The Darkshine cometh.

Frogs

Shiny new penny—Heads or Fronts—Tails or Backs.

Eyeball & Football

I’m all for that something else!

What’s the use in trying?

All you get is pain

When I needed sunshine I got rain

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Then I saw her face, now I’m a believer

Not a trace of doubt in my mind

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-Monkees : I’m A Believer

‘Windshine’

Scenes from inside the O’Neill Cylinder Habitat at L5, circa 2150.

With a giant head looming over town?

Please don’t let it be nasal discharge!

It must be the Bundespräsidentenstichwahlwiederholungsverschiebung.

Moonshine!!!

Please don’t make me go out. The glare gives me headaches.

Vitamin D

Tanning Bed or Sunless Tanning Spray

My mind has been colonized by Trump.

Global Freezing or Noah’s Ark

Solar Missiles

Little Green Apples

Florida—The so n so State

The Fairy Morgana’s work?

I know what it is.

It is the Fabulous Lost City of Lame.

I had forgotten entirely the way walls shifted and things moved about from moment to moment, nothing secure and nothing what it seems, like a dream

But it wasn’t a dream. It was a place. And you and you and you…and you were there. But you couldn’t have been could you? No, Aunt Em, this was a real truly live place and I remember some of it wasn’t very nice, but most of it was beautiful—but just the same all I kept saying to everybody was “I want to go home,” and they sent me home! Doesn’t anybody believe me? But anyway, Toto, we’re home! Home. And this is my room, and you’re all here and I’m not going to leave here ever, ever again. Because I love you all. And… Oh Auntie Em! There’s no place like home!

…i got rain.

Mr. Mojo Risin’

Peace Frog

King Of Pain The Police

There’s a little black spot on the sun today

It’s the same old thing as yesterday

Raining Frogs https://youtu.be/pxPWDo_wNYA

They still talk about it in the Kingdom of Didd as The-Year-the-King-Got-Angry-with-the-Sky. And they still talk about the page boy, Bartholomew Cubbins. If it hadn’t been for Bartholomew Cubbins, that King and that Sky would have wrecked that little kingdom.

But I like sunshine, Sunshine! (Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone….)

Cavalier Perspective gives a quaint sensibility to the Big One-eyed Monk’s overview of the doomed village. The Rest of the Story is too gruesome to relate.

She grabbed her diaper bag with a bottle and had already put Jeremiah in his stroller and took off out the door. It wasn’t far to the park where she was going to see some friends for a pick-up softball game. The afternoon would be perfect to get her one year old out and enjoy the summer day. Wait, the sunshine was replaced by a giant head and rain was beginning to fall and dampen their somewhat anticipated ballgame. The head was hovering and the buildings folded in a somewhat unusual way. The horror was to much to handle for her and the baby, who suddenly became a bullfrog and offered me some wine. I said, “Look at me”, a leaping gnome who was in a Hollywood picture show! It was a joy for us and all the fish’s in the sea, it was a joy for you and me. This had replaced the sunshine and we declared the day a victory and celebrated anyway.

You guys are all a bunch of sick SOBs. Don’t change.

Did that cross from the church impale him? Jeez. Right in the eye!

Yes, he’s cross eyed.

The City’s Edge:

A Short Story.

The person named Ferrins in this fictional work is no relation and bears no likely resemblance to the people at Ferrin’s Furniture, who are most likely very nice people and offering fine furniture products at fair prices.

And neither are any of the other characters indicative of or derived from any persons living, dead or eternal.