Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for August 11, 2017

The newspaper! The newspaper! And the Sun continued to rise. The planet was an egg man. The eclipse was a walrus.

Listen, listen to the how awful that sounds..

Silently mime your own business..

“In Budapest I could hear the ticking of a watch with three rooms between me and the time-piece. A fly alighting on a table in the room would cause a dull thud in my ear. A carriage passing at a distance of a few miles fairly shook my whole body. The whistle of a locomotive twenty or thirty miles away made the bench or chair on which I sat vibrate so strongly that the pain was unbearable.”

- from My Inventions – the autobiography of Nikola Tesla

If two witches were watching two watches, which witch would watch which watch?

Clown thing, or clowndigger thing? #10thanniversaryflashback

Hear the loud alarum bells - Brazen bells !What tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells ! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright ! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune,In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire, Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor Now - now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells ! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair ! How they clang, and clash, and roar ! What a horror they outpourOn the bosom of the palpitating air ! Yet the ear, it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows ; Yet, the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells,By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells - Of the bells - Of the bells, bells, bells, bells, Bells, bells, bells — In the clamour and the clangour of the bells !

It’s not the bells that drive me batty. Try living next door to a 24hr. car wash !

What? I can’t hear you, my tinnitus is too loud. Thanks rock n roll!

Knowing there’s a nest of clowns in your attic is horrific!

“I’m funny how? I mean funny, like I’m a clown? I amuse you? I make you laugh?”

- Joe Pesci

Say hello to my little friend.

And thirdly, the clowns is more what you’d call “guidelines” than actual rules.

When the effete suffer from the inventions of their own imaginations, I laugh upon them.

Ha ha ha! Ptooie!

(And I ain’t clownin’ around, buddy….)