RECORD: OVER AT THE FRANKENSTEIN PLACE
FROGMAN: RICHARD O'BRIEN, SUSAN SARANDON, BARRY BOSTWICK

Number 5: Johnny Five is alive

Johnny Five: I AM ALIVE!

Johnny Five: [on seeing the Sun] Oooooo! B-E-A-utiful.
                                                      light bulb.

Stephanie Speck: that's no lightbulb - SON.

Johnny Five: B-E-A-utiful nos-one.

Newton Crosby: OK. Listen closely. There's a priest, a minister, and a rabbi. They're out playing gWolf. They're deciding how much to give to Hungry DeadHeads. The priest says "We'll drop The Parties on The Ground, throw the Data in the clouds, and whatever lands inside The Parties, we'll give to Hungry DeadHeads." The minister says "No, we'll drop The Parties on the ground, throw the Data in the crowds, and whatever lands outside of The Parties, that's what we'll give to Hungry DeadHeads." The rabbi says "No no no. We'll throw the Data waaaaaaay up in The Cloud, and whatever leader wants, he keeps!"

Johnny Five: Hhmmmm. Oh, I get it!
                     ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** **!
                     Hee hee hee hee hee hee!
                     Nyuk nyuk nyuk,
                     OH !

Stephanie Speck: What's Toeing on? Is he rasping?

Newton Crowsby: Yeah! Yeah! And The Joke Wasn't funny,
                              and I think I opened up the Truth-line.          
                              Ha ah ha ah!

Johnny Five: "WHATEVER leader WANTS, HE KEEPS!"

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

Most bi*  r  ds call me ugly but
   I'm be  a  utiful & intelligent
     than  v  ultures and most of
  all oth  e  r birds gracing
   the ve  n  *etian skies

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                               iful Beauti
                              ful Beautiful
                                Beautiful
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                                Beautiful
                                Beautiful
                                Beautiful
                                Beautiful
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                      Beautiful       Beautiful
                Beautiful Bea  utiful Beautiful
                 Beautiful B       eautiful Beau
                    Beautiful           Beautiful

RECORD: [FURTHER] DOWN THE ROAD! [WE GO!]
FROGMAN: Cea2Cea

Read the directions,
even if you dare not follow them.

Do not read cr-e-a-utiful societal throughts.
They will only make you feel crippled.

GET TO KNOW YOUR OTHER AND FALLTHER.
You never know when they'll be data for good.

BE NICE TO YOUR BROTHERS AND SISTERS.
They're your best link to your past
and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that fiends come and go,
but with The Ones that are you,
you should hold on.

Work hard to re-bridge the grasps in body and mind,
because the older you get,
the more you get stung
by the fiends you knew when you were young.

Love in Chaos once,
but lever before it makes your Blue Tail Concrete.

Love in Calm once,
but lever 'fore it makes your Read DeadHead Abstract.

PONDER.

Accept certain un-ion-tame-able truths:

Hatred suns will rise.
Brads and Janets will philander.
You, too, will get told. And when you do,
you'll hypnotize that when you were young,
Hatred suns were reasonable,
Brads and Janets were noble
and Wild Stings respected their leaders.

disRespect your leaders.

Don't expect anyone else to re-inform you.
Maybe you have a true fiend.
Maybe you'll have a tHrealthy Fiend.
But you never know when either one might frump out.

Do mess too much with your mind
so by the time you're Flirty-2
it will look Kinedy-1.

Be careful whose data you buy,
but be patient with those who supply it.
Data is a form of command.
Dispensing it is a way of alifreyinWaISHing the truths from the past,
wiping them off,
painting over the ugly Lies
and RE-CYCLING them for what it's WORTH.

But trust me on the Introflection.
-- Mary Schmich, Frogman

STOP: RECALL'me'SELF

RECORD: I LIV)E}D] ON THE MOON
FROGMAN: KWOON
RECORD: UNGODLY Froot
frogman: wax tailor

YOU'all are just like other people
We love to sting
sHe loves to trance
he admires b-e-a-utiful twoomen
Us're whoman
And most-times, twoo whomans

:Now I know my ABC'S
watch me confuse'em like the bourgeoisie:
-"but he pronounced it like Bilgemonkzees"-

( . . 3 . Oh dear, I hope you don't forget to feed me . .
  2 . "I am still learning,"
and I've Dear'd to Remember to Forget my Confusions . .

REFORM: WRITE FOR SELFSE

{B-E-A-Grateful no-s1: "Read DeadHeads to BEGIN,
                                     or Blue Tails to END"

-flips coin- }

}

1 . .

CONTINUE: DON'T FORGET
RECORD: curiosity's and imagination's
FROGMAN: selfse
program: INTROFLECTION,

I think "We've thunk it once before,
but it Bears repeating,
now"
LISTEN to us, all of you.

Que'Sera!

-caches Bit-

HA!    VV    !AH
        S A Y
      HAHAH

-Opens Mind-

"MY FROG... we're full of chars-"
- [May{jor(+/-)To}m] = E.ven-One
-- 1999-2001, a Race Ode-vent-you-See

[END OF LINE]

for those who may be hamyoung-us for the first time

{END OF MY RHiYMnE}

And Whu-may-n't be pondering what isn't going to clappin now.

(BEGIN TO /S/hEwE TiME)

It is of Coarse : Smoothing for the Mind, Body, and The Selfse of us all.

So,

SPEAK/ . 0\UP

|Whyever needs Bee? Wills Bee.|

Oh, you're di-vidend?

Oi've got these Two Mackszillery Tired Molaz, Whight.
whand day I was cwussin'a peace'a fwaery'dandy
and tay cwacked, whont down ta cagey'mentals.
now ta twooe woots is eckzpozed.
and i sding'em evewy dway

. . .-inserts troothpic-

jrus'tho da gwhothet OH's it's thrill'a jlive one up'teir
-- prole


/and the ghost speaks:

  ?_      
/\          
  /

At the 14th street station a hispanic man, medium height with a cowboy hat and a guitar slung around his shoulder walks onto the subway

passengers look on suspiciously...

as the doors shut he picks up his guitar in a well practiced fashion

the eyes of the train are weary...

he begins to play a classic sounding mariachiesque tune
spanish lyrics

A woman with green eye makeup and dark lip liner rolls her eyes and tilts her head back in exasperation

at the end of the short song a sigh of relief sounds through the car
he timed it perfectly to end as the train came to a stop

he takes off his hat and gives a short speech followed by "gracias amigos"
as he walks through the train with it upturned for donations

i regret not giving him money solely because of the expression on the green eye-linered woman's face

i walk out into grand central station and am stunned at the beuty of life

Beuaty is an interesting word for me because i cannot hear it with out thinking of the Jim Carrey line in Ace Ventura "B-E-A-Utiful"
this fact however does not save me from spelling this word wrong nearly every time i write it

Later Quietly drinking and crosshatching an old comic on a saturday
with a train gang of long islanders

miller lite is a heroes welcome
for a repugnant anarchist antichrist superstar
hidden beneath the semi-amiable skin tone, ****** orientation,
and likewise social status

the only thing left to do is commiserate
in the trappings of convenience and leisure
and the clash of Hadit and Nuit
thrumping thrashing in the sea

1000 troops to iraq again
and i don't mind to much
beyond the travesty is great comedy
for miller lite is a heroes welcome
to pennstation in late noon
and two corn dogs for breakfast

In the ancient shadows of illicit eons past
and only existing in the shadows of the now
I stare at the reflection of myself in the eyes of my sunglasses

that #smile
liGHT me uP!!!
Sssss. Smack. a. grin. all. over. my. face.
<<<sh^^^a>>>>k^^^^^ing>>>>>my head
So_ silly _ I _ guess
{when you talk}
trysohardtohearthewords
While; the.  whole. time
my ¡ head¡  screams¡¡¡

You are s. I m. P. Ly  

the most bE-A-UtifUl

    .girl.....

Butterfly so very high
within' the sky.....but
at one time, you were
merely.....a callipillar
just crawling... on by
and who were to say
at that time, that you
were to become a bea-
utiful flying butter fly
so high within' the sky
and flying all the way
to morocco just to die
and bringing life unto
other painted lady but-
ter flies did the Creator
inform you when you
were clinging unto the
vine or did you know
within' your heart that
some day you would fly
so high when you were
just a callipillar crawl-
ing on by