Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for June 09, 2018

Mare Masochistic Arrogantist of Imperiousness ….

And if you don’t do that, your woodcut goose is cooked!

Juicy Moon Crack.

Ultimately, having complied in the face of prosecution for contumacy, I will be accused of having been complicit.

Make a new plan, Stan.

Galileo, as a young woman…

Can’t stay an old man forever…

I think I’m in over my head here.

Stick it where the tectonic plates don’t shine.

Then bake at 350 degrees for 40 minutes, while doing beach yoga

Sun Worshiping

Moon Worshiping

There really should be a Joseph Force crater on the moon. Preferably on the back side.

Turkey lips yoga girl was rather contumacious when it came to all things wearable. She felt they only inhibited her efforts to commune with poultry spirits, which, unbeknownst to most, are often caught in a state of flux or limbo, an etherical confusion brought about by all the plucking and beheadings and what not. The body electric was much more effective at corraling and guiding the disembodied fowl towards the light while unencumbered by the mortal weight of toggery. If she could get away with it, two band aids and a cork would be her prefered rigging, but, alas, prudishness was the call of the day, so minimal swaths of spandex would have to do.

Wattle eye dew?

Shame, oh, shame! Sister has allowed a misspelling to stand! Crater, not “crator”!

Not exactly contumacious, but nonetheless aberrant.

Do your nude turkey-roasting exercises at home, with the blinds, shades, and/or drapes drawn….