Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for October 24, 2022

If tranquilizer pharts are anything like cat pharts, I’d want to get far, far away as well. Nouakchott, perhaps.

Manor Township, PA? It’s a second-class township! If she wants to gently restart her life, she should begin with Lancaster, and then try Philadelphia.

Satellite clown collars and surveillance pickles are connected to the Internet of things, and form a surveillance network that is difficult to escape.

…no matter where you go…

…there you are…

…it’s hard to be a saint in the city…

…and easy to be a holy man tucked away on a mountain…

…if you put yourself last…

…there is peace…

…knowledge…

…I was told once by a great man…

…that theologians are the worse kind of Christians…

…and I thought of the old lady that gave her last two dimes…

…and gold plated faucets…

…and air conditioned dog houses…

…and making fun of cripples…

…the mentally numb…

…the addicted…

…those that blow themselves up for a reward in heaven…

…and those that use self punishment as a leash…

…the invisible…and I realized that not only had I been called worse…

…I have been powerless to present myself as better…

…every two/three weeks before summer and or Christmas shutdown I chew…

…not much…

…four / five cans…

…to remind myself of my Mother’s addiction…

…how she turned into a werewolf without it…

…for the pain of those whose thirst can not be quenched…

…by doing the same thing over and over and over again to no benefit…

…there is sorrow…

…and that is my two cents worth…

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Follow the crows.

My addiction lesson is that I can do it tomorrow.

There really is a straight sex out in the mixed nuts ahead.

Smooth sailing and don’t fear the sporkey.

Remember the seventeenth parallel in The Vietnam Region. Vets paid their dues.

Ditzy dreams… traveling the universe and other galaxies, propelling into space at phenomenal speed, to and fro, turning in circles, can’t focus, landing on the ring of Saturn, skidding around the planet, then catapulting to the planet Uranus, here there and every where, zooming and hurling back to Earth in a single bound…..NOOOO❗️…. not that da-m alarm again!

Do yous.

Have to get away….

Pp prayers for them that do.

I for one have always tried to perform guardianship in an unfettering manner. Whether I succeeded in my ambition, you would have to ask those whom I guardianed.

I think it must be a lot easier to be dead than a centenarian. They’re apparently still confused on this point in Japan.

Fettering is necessary for encouraging …!

( this silver lining brought to you by Optimist International )

In one of his novels Jack Vance had a society where everyone wore an explosive radio controlled collar. If they broke the law the government triggered the collar. Broom manufacture played no part.

Beat a sweet retreat. Make a clean sweep. How hard is it to disappear? Is it possible to reimagine? The caterpillar turns to goo before transforming, but dissect the pre-cocoon critter and you will find a whisper of wing and limb to be, a promissory map, a future memory. Phuture pharts. You smelt it, phuture you dealt it. They say memory is most vividly connected to smell. Can you visualize the future you you are smelling? Or do you just need a bath?

Maybe it works for this poor, abused girl, but for me, extreme northwest China is not the place!

Run for the roses.