Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for August 04, 2018

Did you know Sybil counts syllables as many times as personalities in her dillusions.

Throw some shade, and I’ll hang out there.

If I jiggle my curser, it really does glow. A jiggle-glow. Gigolo.

4×4=16

d×d=p

The Weird of the White Worm looks great under black light.

Stop glowing on my life.

Looks like he could use a chiropractor.

I kept looking for a second skeleton, inside this one, of the small rodent just swallowed. Or swallered, I can never remember.

Your glow wouldn’t be there if it were not for my living in it.

My glow desisted long ago. It lives on as a well dispersed scattering of heavy elements and an expanding nebulous wall of expended gasses and other debris flung away by a final flurry of nuclear fusing. I glowed brighter for a brief moment, and then was done. Glad that’s over.

Oh yeah? I prefer living in your darkness anyway …!

And it seems to me you live a life, like a boa’s skeleton.

Does a boa’s feathers turn white upon death …?

David Boa’s mummy or Millie Millipedes audition for the new Schick commercial?

If your glow boa has lost it’s feathers and it’s glow, sing a little song until your lame light shines. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=8myK93FqbYc

The Lair of the White Worm is a horror novel by the Irish writer Bram Stoker. It was first published by Rider and Son of London in 1911 – the year before Stoker’s death – with colour illustrations by Pamela Colman Smith. The story is based on the legend of the Lambton Worm. It has also been issued as The Garden of Evil.

The horror critic R.S. Hadji placed The Lair of the White Worm at number twelve in his list of the worst horror novels ever written.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Lair_of_the_White_Worm

The Lambton Worm is a legend from County Durham in North East England in the UK. The story takes place around the River Wear, and is one of the area’s most famous pieces of folklore, having been adapted from written and oral tradition into pantomime and song formats.

The story revolves around John Lambton, an heir of the Lambton Estate, County Durham, and his battle with a giant worm (dragon) that had been terrorising the local villages. As with most myths, details of the story change with each telling.

In most versions of the story, the worm is large enough to wrap itself around the hill seven times. It is said that one can still see the marks of the worm on Worm Hill.

The worm terrorizes the nearby villages, eating sheep, preventing cows from producing milk and snatching away small children.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lambton_Worm

Looks like an X-ray anaconda or a black light boa constrictor. Someone’s been tinkering with the light absorption of the tissues.

Irradiated constrictor skeletons make nice household decoration when mounted on black felt. Of course, you do need to adapt to that radiation sickness thing.

Or, you may have to take today’s admonition totally literally.

None so lame as they who will not learn….

Befuddled and defangled…

One day old and this comic is still glowing. How does Teresa do it?