Folded Thought of the Day:


Here comes the misdemeanor outlaw.  Do you recognize his 
face?  From the wanted posters?.. or perhaps from the odd 
passing.. Maybe you've heard his name before, spoken under 
somebody's breath.  Or read about him.

Riding into town.  Whistling a spooky tune.  Catching the 
wary eye.  And so another chapter unfolds... a recurring 
theme.  What's he going to do this time to save this local 
populace?  How's he going to utilize his unique gift?  This 
fellow who specializes in taking a beating, or getting 
himself good and mocked, or being seduced by the sweet 
looking gal who's not quite sure she's really in love with 
that knight in shining armor -- always with the end result 
of allowing the perps to feel better about their place in 
the world.  Going about their merry way as our hero limps 
out of town, off on another fun adventure.  

Staying one step ahead of the shadow he can't seem 
to shake.  

Sound familiar?  

Yeah, I think you probably know this wanderer.  The one 
who dreams of a serpent eating its own tail.. of plagues 
and wars and hidden races rising from the depths, who 
talks of great lands and sleeps in an abandoned carnival 
caravan, surrounded by his freak-show faithful.  

This troubadour with guitar at the ready, stepping on 
the make-shift stage to send one out to that special 
gal out there, the one holding his heart (handed over 
at a moment neither can quite remember).  But she won't 
make it the final bar.  She's got another engagement.  
And she hopes she's not late.  Can't blame her really.  
But maybe you wouldn't mind dropping that bleeding heart 
in the passing hat on your way out.  

Stepping down.  Walking out to that abandoned field you 
might remember.  Climbing on the old warehouse loading 
dock and serenading the lonely rose.  The one nobody 
could agree on.  The optimist thinking it a sign of 
hope and the pessimist thinking it a sign of our futility.  
They never did see eye to eye.  Do you remember that 
one?  Seems so long ago.

A lot has happened since then.  Slings and arrows 
and worried advice.  You might find yourself feeling 
sorry at times.  Big mistake.  We all knew what we 
were getting into.  All along.

Yeah, you gotta watch this fellow.  His looks are 
deceiving.  When you get really close the eyes that 
looked so inviting before now seem a little menacing.  
And that smile doesn't settle as nicely.  Looking a 
bit exhausted all of a sudden, with the wild stare of 
someone who's got nothing to lose.  

Coming soon to a town near you.  Be sure to catch him.  
Riding out of the sunset... 

Who was that unmasked man?


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