Ribbit… Ribbit…
- Everett R. Mane
- May 1
- 2 min read
I exist in Midwestern valleys as a human influence, a storytelling river toad, "ribbit, ribbit.”
Stay a while on my lily pad. If you kiss me, I won’t turn into a prince; I’ll stay folkloric, kind, and humorous. A North American provocateur, I master simple narratives; my writing sets me apart. What do I know with all my creek experience? Do you speak my language?
I've spoken every American dialect and written both simply and elaborately to resonate with readers who understand high-pitched trills. Some writings are esteemed by the finer creek circles, filled with big words for explaining how to solve creek problems.
I wear no shoes or shirts with clever advertising. As an empathic river toad, I seek to understand human emotional news. I write straightforwardly, like a trusted friend to humanity, unlike any other I know.
You think you understand me, but you don't fully grasp my desires—though you could. I’ve overcome unseen challenges in these parts. Creek goers pretend to entertain extreme ideas but hide their true selves behind a claim to property.
I’m drawn to harmony created by a force greater than us. Only well-informed, humble people grasp the power of love. I rarely preach about our similarities but enjoy philosophical spaces that set aside politics, helping us find common ground. I aim to rise above ideological conflicts.
I see myself as approachable, connected to both here and there, because life’s universal. One truth I’ve learned: consciousness is my home. Don’t worry, I won’t give you warts.
A straightforward proof symbolizes hope as truth; I represent the future of critical thinkers. My identity isn't based on possessions but on my reputation for delving into America’s soul. I aspire to be the first Midwestern river toad to inspire change through genuine sincerity. Even if I find myself in a fish tank elsewhere, spreading love will always remain my ultimate goal.
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