Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for November 20, 2016

Suspended between choking and diarrhea.

Burped up regurgitation as people are around listening and watching, don’t seem very interested of what you’re willing to share with them..

Off to the pharmacy…

Bend over at the water fountain????

Do your Kaopectate.

Then don’t sweat it!!!!

Well, maybe.

But they were on sale.

You should have heard the discounts being charged!

Sausages always give me heartburn, even if they’re fresh. I tend to avoid them. Except in currywurst.

Don’t judge me in food court.

A man of many colors should wear a very plain coat. ……………………………………. I just learned that I’m still in the liminality phase of my life. ……………………………………………. (A transitional period or phase of a rite of passage, during which the participant lacks social status or rank, remains anonymous, shows obedience and humility, and follows prescribed forms of conduct, dress, etc.)

The food police will steal them away as they are a spoiled bunch.

They don’t know that they are sausage.

They believe that they have been informed and taught and enlightened, rather than just being stuffed with gristle and fat and fillers with maybe a slight bit of real meat for flavor.

Even the joys and sorrows that season them are pale and tasteless.

They are the bloodless soy people of the future, fortified with mood modifying chemicals and addiction enhancers.

A year on a real farm, with its hard labor and murder of living thing to consume their remains would likely kill them, or at least render them mad.

This is how civilizations fall.

No matter how bad your sausage, don’t spank it in public spaces.

So…was it the sausages that were the cause of the “public space” being “liminal”? and just which “public space” is that, anyway? Or was it YOU who created the liminality of it? Hm…

The patchwork quilted skin graft was a success, however lamely, and even his sausage was dazzling. His marginally evil plan was creeping towards fruition.

I’m sorry I learned how the political sausage is made.

I decode today’s “cartoon” as a savage attack on street-side hot dog vendors (particularly as known in New York City).

Well, that is probably well merited.

Sister Teresa of the Lame needs to sample a real Chicago-style hot dog, preferably from nationally famous Gene and Jude’s, not far from my abode. (Do not confuse Abboud, Mona, famed for The Pretty Little Dolly, for which see YouTube, http://tinyurl.com/jze5oay .)