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jennifer frogs rain from the sky in magnolia 000530
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WingedSerpent on a rainy afternoon
when i was about ten or so
i chased a frog...
(or maybe it was one of those damn river toads...who gives a rat's ass anymore anway?)

...it had nowhere else to go and must have thought it could find a way out so it hopped into a yucca plant and impaled itself on one of the thorn/leaf/stem apendages of the plant (non-narcotic botany has never been my strong suit)

on one hand, it made me very sad... the sight of the small amphibian run through by a plant, twitching, dying.

it was also when i discovered that i might well be insane, because the more i thought about it ---- the funnier it seemed.

Go figure. 		000530
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Barrett On the weekend of my 22nd birthday I found myself ,drying off in the sun nude after bathing, while camping. All alone, the sun warming my body. Iheard a sound. It was the biggest frog I'd ever seen. Nude, I chased it for at least five minutes. For those few minutes I'd never felt so alive and in touch with the universe.
Just thought I'd share that.
P.S. I was'nt stoned. 		000714
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power through passion funny little green guys
sadly they lack
the cuteness factor
enjoyed by other creatures
like the friendly birds and squirrels
of the friendly forest of modern myth 		000927
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daydream believer you gave it to me last year, when you went away. i've kept it in my coat pocket ever since. today i was carrying my coat over my arm, and it dropped out of the pocket onto the street and broke in half. when i got home i tried to glue it together, and left it sitting on my dresser. later, when i felt for its reassurance in my pocket, i was struck by the perfect symbolism of it all. 010515
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Freak I have a pet tree frog. His name is Oakley. I thought that name worked for a tree frog. 020430
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gatorbabe kiss me kiss me kiss me kiss me... ribbit 020430
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lobsterman the green frog went hippity hop and was looking for a kiss...the bullfrog looked on and with a little bass started croaking on and on, singing a love song like a funeral procession, "serves you right to suffer, serves you right to be alone." But the green frog went from lily pad to lily pad, and said to each one with a quick expansion and rippling of lithe muscles, you are my true love, you are all i know of lillies. The nearby water rippled from waterbugs' blindly precise landings, and the fish were drawn to it from the murky depths as if it was the north star, lighting up some fishy sense the way the lightning bugs would light the whole damn swamp later that night to those with the eyes for light by forming a muted overall glow in the distance between them without even knowing it, without knowing that a wild cat would stalk a mouse by their light, that whole worlds rested on them. But it was still bright now, the pond stirred, and sometimes it was life, and sometimes it was wind. Ducks spoke romantic shortforms in a moment's langourous quack. And the bullfrog just croaked and croaked with a little bass! The green frog was further and further away, but would return eventually to the old frog's dirge, because the pond was only a circle, and the pond had like all ponds, boundries - albeit charmingly indistinct ones in mud and tall tall grass, where the green frog lies now resting, assuaging the many inevitable pains of his indomitable lusty love, springing and springing within him untill he must move again, simply must. But he can look after himself, "i have a quick tongue after all." he says "If i can seduce as capricous a zephyr as a fly, who can resist my darting, my appearing and reappearing?" But the bullfrog just sings on...occasionally stopping to sigh and shift on his haunches. 020430
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FroG It's my name. 021002
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FroG seriously! 021002
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god crunchy frog 030517
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Sarah Why do I find this frog so interesting? - Ted Hughes 030815
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turbosloth13 YUCK-SPLAT FROG! 031217
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no reason i would keep a frog in my pocket if i had lillypants. 040302
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...AntiqueClocks... ....Frogs are Hot....
....'tis true... 		040314
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Annihilate Crazy Frog Team Leader There is but one way to eliminate Crazy Frog and give him his due: tear off the little phallus, throw it to the dogs (so it can't be recovered by a medical team to attach it back on) and send CrazyFrog on his way: he will have the satisfaction of feeling escaped but die as well...That is plan A: is anyone willing to help me KILLCRAZYFROG! 050704
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TotallySickBastard a missile tears into crazyfrog's body, his eyes bulge out, he is torn open and limb pops from limb hurdling high into the air: all at one instant, crazyfrog sees his guts and screams an unholy unamphibian scream of pain and then dies utterly...bugs settle on the gore and rats feast well that day 050704
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Squish-Snap-Blurb Froggie Went Down Snakies Throat I've always had this strange subdued hatred for frogs, or at least I presume its hatred because I don't know what else to call it. Whenever I see one I want to kill it. Kill, kill, kill, kill or torture, I don't understand it!
I like the way they get impaled on a gigg and crawl around the bottom of the bucket when folks go out hunting for them. I also liked the way young George Bush stuffed explosives down their throats, tossed them in the air and watched them explode when they hit the ground.
When I was seven years old I used to jump on the baby frogs that emerged from our pond seasonally. I haven't knowingly hurt one since but I do like to watch frog predators on the go on Nature documentaries.
I can't figure this hatred out. Has anyone got an explanation 		050916
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