Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for June 08, 2022

The “but” should be “and”, because Nowhere is definitely far enough. If you can get there.

After Nowhere cums, was she ovulating or no chance in hell…

To vitamin be, or not to vitamin bee

That is the question I ask of thee.

This guy can run further with a midnight meal of frank furters.

But he DID manage to forget their anniversary, so he had THAT hell waiting for him when he got back home.

You can’t run away from your memories and there’s no place you can hide to lose them.

You can keep them in the cloud but they’re always there….

Too derivative of Can’t You See.

“It makes no difference where I turn.I can’t get over you and the flame still burns.”

Good thing he went nowhere first, so he could stop running.

…it sucks when your hopes come alive with every red Kia Soul you see…

…it seems like a brain malfunction…

…so you blame yourself…

…blame yourself for not being your brother…

…blame yourself for your meekness…

…your laziness…

…for being addicted to her…

…not having the choice not to love her…

…nor to hate your brother…

…who throws her away as a conquest…

…like throwing away that five pound bass over and over again…

…she hints at the affair…

…but you neither suspect or imagine a horror like this could ever happen…

…she gives up being a Mormon…

…gives up religion…

…moves to Texas with her new boyfriend…

…only during a threesome, she finds out he’s gay…

…but she loves him enough to remain BFF…

…that does wonders for you soul…

…you find solace in your faith…

…forgive seventy times seven times…

…every time you get angry…

…every time you scream…

…you forgive her again…

… Every time …

… the hate…

…not only at her…

…but within yourself…

…begins to fade…

…like a total immersion baptism…

…you find salvation…

…you reconcile your feelings…

…you find a treaty within you that you can live with…

…when suddenly…

…there’s a knock on your apartment door…

…“Hi,” she says…

This is why Snapchat was invented

Seems kind of awkward, though, to run with your hands in your pockets. And not as aerobic.

Sorry to hear of your shoulder woes, Teresa. Probably won’t be able to snap off a sharp curveball for a while yet, eh?

And I have to wonder, how is it I have lived to be as old as I am, and never have I encountered buttered popcorn-flavored jelly beans. For me, a jelly bean has to correspond to one of the flavors found in Froot Loops®, otherwise I want nothing to do with it.

Know the feeling.

“Run, Forest! Run!”

He should stand on the top of a building and howl her name like a coyote.

Running to forget = cardiovascular tug o’ war …!

Sad but true.

Eventually, he did get a NEW truck, and then he was able to forget the old one, entirely.

I walk into a room and forget why I’m there, but Forget Me Not flowers, each running step a petal game of she loves me- she loves me not. Psycho killer, run run run away, but the memory can’t be killed, only peace. Stalked to the ends of the earth by a relentless predator. A broken heart. Some say the cracks are so the light can get in, but why does the light feel like a freight train in this dark tunnel? And what’s that tied to the tracks?

I Ran – https://youtu.be/iIpfWORQWhU

Someone broke a branch on a tree w/leaves.

It becomes futile as : gotta take care of leaves as

Final destination is indevisable.

Unforgettable! The mental anguish is unrelenting, ever increasing! I can’t stand it!

Must. Run. It. Off!

No. Not working!

She is forever mine/not mine!

She can’t help it. https://tinyurl.com/22p3t5l9