hitherto known as i blog alone this poe whit carries a herring aid as mine wish bone but, tis just me and future self as a crone that ambles along the boulevard, while over head buzzes an up paul ling sir valence drone blares out an air/ear splitting command at 2153708929 phony decibels from a *euphone shift shaping mega fone which induces my quietude to groan and find escape hatch to hone salvation espied by mirage sans a balmy *isotone echoing refrains from Joan e Mitchell, a great dame dane panhandling for ample *krone so she not forced to borrow money a loan where her former renown a distant memory, she doth moan as if attacked by a shark resembling jimmy neutron alias matthew scott harris, who as oon firebrand nonestablishmentarian prone to stake out a *quone while sheepishly at bay astride to the rite, a beast of burden wearing horn rimmed glasses tinted roan cuz blinding light shone from azure vault - a shadowy over tone which in truth happens to be the twilight zone. --------------------------------------------------------------------- * = valid words based on the merits of google an indomitable fierce some virtual yahoo of a Mughal --------------------------------------------------------------------- Whew - that was as easy as cultivating a crop of staples.