Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for June 08, 2020

Birth as we know the little unborn yet embryo. Under the umbilical cord limbo bar….

Into the real world go

Under the limbo bar

Peek a boo the head will show

With scissors the doc will get real bizarre

Oh, good, it’s the “squat in a basket” twins.

they do what they can to remain in touch, yet such a connection is usually hard on their aching backs

…Yes, Chubby Checker’s name was inspired by Fats Domino…

…but Chubby Checker deserves to be in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame as much – if not more- than anyone…

…his version of The Twist is Billboard’s number one Number One Song of all time…

… ALL TIME!!! …

… Chubby has not one, but two limbo songs…

…Limbo Rock & The Mary Ann Limbo…

…both great songs…

…and in Froglandia…

…I’ve got a Chubby…

…and she’s giving me a Chubby… are common umbilical limbo terms…

…until Chubby Checker is in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame…

…I consider it the Rock and Roll Hall of Shame…

…shame, shame ,shame…

…( and that’s not my finger, either)…

A group of Frogs is called an Army.

Had an extra day to get out of this place, and almost made it! DO YOU HEAR ME? ALMOST MADE IT!

Must be staying in the Caroline Suite.

Umbilical limbo and night vases that are too small.

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A few problems, though. There should be that “golden thread” thing that connects me to my body if I’m in the astral plane. And I should be aware of things in the real world. This is all a bunch of nothing, aside from the spiders and the webs. Going by what Jolly Old Bob said, this is outside the astral plane, and the spiders are nodes of consensus, connected by the umbilical threads that look like a web. That means I’m between nodes of consensus and moving between them. Or I should be. I seem to have stopped. My best guess at the moment is that the stretch between where I wanted to be and where I was isn’t a direct line and I have to make a series of connecting wormholes along lines of raised probability to get where I want to be. This isn’t at all how I visualized things. I thought it would be a simple connection between two probable realities, stretching out between two points. Apparently, it’s more like a quantum transfer as a wave function. I cannot feel my actual head, but I’d bet it is starting to ache now.

There’s gotta be a connection somewhere in this message…

This isn’t squat.

Didn’t Willie write a song about hillbillycal limbo? I’m sure he must have. Or the Jellicle limbo. But we’ve strung that one out pretty well already.

TAG … one of them is … S__IT …!

Reminds me of this: https://gph.is/g/4VVw1PO

 

Doing the limbo is unbiblical?

(rechecks spelling)

Never mind.

What if the umbilical limbo IS what it is all about?

First you would have to be twins in a low overhead womb.

But that’s not “umbilical”; I see no cordage involved. Rather, that is The Long Arm of the Law of limbo dancing! You must comply (Seven of Nine, maybe)!

The Champs – Limbo Dance – 1962 45rpm https://youtu.be/eF2gJF7GRnQ