A dark and stormy night, wild it was with driving rain and wind, the unleashed hounds of hell rattling the windows of the old house on the hill, and in the heavy darkness the banshees keening and hobgoblins moaning as they searched for the mortal souls of any hapless wretch who happened to be abroad.
So I woke up in the middle of the nite again with that stupid sentence running thru my head...lucky I am that I ain't a broad.
”Do not send to ask for whom the bell tolls....” At this hour of the morning, I haven’t the slightest idea of the origination (‘n no inclination t’find out) of the above quote...Ol Hemingway used it ‘n made it his own anyway.....
I was wand’ring thru the ‘blogosphere’ when I stumbled upon someone by the name of Stone Cold Button....I’m assuming it’s a nickname (like Justin Other Smith) ‘n he appropriated it from the ‘Rassler but since he’s located in Texas, y’never know...it might be his given moniker....I don’t know many Texans ‘n all of ‘em that I’ve met have had the good sense t’move somewhere else....’Course, that may be a misnomer also.....mebbe the smart ones stayed home 'n the rest of the country got the strange ones.....
Wanderers become wanderers for many reasons...Some, I imagine, go searching for their fortune (like Uncle Wiggly Longears)....others go searching for the supposedly mythical ‘River of Life’ while some just want t’get lost.....sometimes the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow seems tantalizingly close ‘n the philsophers will tell us that all life is illusory....
“I’ve looked at clouds from both sides now, from up and down and still somehow, it’s clouds illusion I recall. I really don’t know clouds at all.” Joni Mitchell
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