Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for December 13, 2021

Poor man has to pull the string in his neck to speak.

New neurological defect.

New facial muscles.

Yes. Good. You should obtain all those things.

New ears, new hair style, new smile, new nose hair…

Statement or Christmas wishlist?

… Gertrude felt good as new…

…this was the ‘her’ she always wanted to be…

…the grouchy, ‘Get off my lawn,’ guy…

..that got your fear and respect…

…not the cashier…

…if she heard, ‘Yuck – yuck, yep, I guess it’s free, than,’ one more time…

…eventhough she knew she was a fraud…

…she never felt more like herself…

…the way she was meant to be…

…from the forthcoming Froglandia Piqua investigative report, ‘Doctor Jekyll – Please Don’t Squeeze The Charmin Guy.’ …

“Clean shirt, new shoes, and I don’t know where I am going to…”

How ya gonna keep ‘em down on the farm, after they’ve seen Gap Mills, WV?

His case of the Mondays.

In an out of a wheelchair, now I can say my in private parts are good in a bit of a pinch though.

Can’t change the true self just like that! He looks like a Wilber, or Clyde , or something like that!

It’s what’s inside that counts!

And I am digging the new you. Not that the OLD you was bad, or anything. But now you’ve got loads more style, panache and charm going for you. Let’s keep this metamorphosis going!

Good, okay, all right. You can get off the pot now, Elmer.

That’s a picture of @nighthawks dad looking into his crib for the first time.

A daydream believer ( but no homecoming queen )…

EGAD …! (Excessive Generalized Anxiety Disorde)r

Such a pretty face

Such a pretty dress

Such a pretty smile

Such a pretty me!

I feel stunning

And entrancing

Feel like running and dancing for joy

For I’m loved

By a pretty wonderful boy!

And so the story goes they wore the clothes

They said the things to make it seem improbable

The whale of a lie like they hope it was

And the Goodmen Tomorrow

Had their feet in the wallow

And their heads of Brawn were nicer shorn

And how they bought their positions with saccharin and trust

And the world was asleep to our latent fuss

Sighing, the swirl through the streets

Like the crust of the sun

The Bewlay Brothers

In our Wings that Bark

Flashing teeth of Brass

Standing tall in the dark

Oh, And we were Gone

Hanging out with your Dwarf Men

We were so turned on

By your lack of conclusions

I was Stone and he was Wax

So he could scream, and still relax, unbelievable

And we frightened the small children away

And our talk was old and dust would flow

Thru our veins and Lo! it was midnight

We were so Turned On

You thought we were Fakers

Now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned

The Factor Max that proved the fact

Is melted down

Oh, and we were Gone

Kings of Oblivion

We were so Turned On

In the Mind-Warp Pavilion

Leave my shoes, and door unlocked

I might just slip away, hey

Just for the Day, Hey!

Hey, Please come Away, Hey!

Just for the Day, Hey!

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The Brewley Brothers extract – Bowie

Such a striking metamorphosis. Spread your wings and fly little butterfly.

“Not really that convenient,” said the fish/invisible girl. Amy had thought that last bit as actual words, which was a habit that was proving hard to break. “I represent the underpinnings of your reality. You are a creation of this world, because you were needed to be here in this place at this time. And it isn’t even the first time. You have been here before, as different people. They may have differed in appearance and demeanor, but they were all essentially you, and you are essentially my designated tool of design, placed here for my use. So, I guess it actually IS terribly convenient for ME, in that way.”

It’s an amazing transformation. Too bad the before pictures have been destroyed.

Looks like a sniffer.

All he needs is a new fedora and he’ll be 23 skidoo

Same old burr in the same old orifice.

When does all this kick in?

Not that there’s all that much about the Old You that’s, uhh, shall we say, lame, but I do look forward to your Transformation. You know, just for the sport of it….

Journal of Comic Strip Coincidences (From 10 Dec 2021. I got a little behind)—also, it was a double coincident day! Pickles, Rhymes with Orange: mice get the upper hand (also a short series in Baby Blues about chasing a mouse). AND! Zits, WuMo: last piece of cake/pie.

… But one of these days this bright young man is going to be asking George Bailey for a job…

He out here livin’ his best life.

Madeleine Peyroux Lyrics “Blue Alert”

There’s perfume burning in the air

Bits of beauty everywhere

Shrapnel flying, soldier hit the dirt

She comes so close

You feel her then

She tells you No and No again

Your lip is cut on the edge of her pleated skirt

Blue Alert

Visions of her drawing near

Arise, abide, and disappear

You try to slow it down

It doesn’t work

It’s just another night I guess

All tangled up in nakedness

You even touch yourself

You’re such a flirt

Blue Alert

You know how nights like this begin

The kind of knot your heart gets in

Any way you turn is going to hurt

There’s perfume burning in the air

Bits of beauty everywhere

Shrapnel flying, soldier hit the dirt

Blue Alert

She breaks the rules so you can see

She’s wilder than you’ll ever be

You talk religion but she won’t convert

Her body’s twenty stories high

You try to look away, you try

But all you want to do is get there first

Blue Alert

You know how nights like this begin

The kind of knot your heart gets in

Any way you turn is going to hurt

There’s perfume burning in the air

Bits of beauty everywhere

Shrapnel flying, soldier hit the dirt

Blue Alert

Blue Alert…

They thought they knew you, but they haven’t got a clue. It’s an old story that’s lost it’s cover. Gnu hide to cover the seeking. No Peking, flash ‘em the new moon, emperor.

Day 2. This geezer is getting old-looking. Nothing new here….