Nothing But a Hound Dog
Cu Chulainn, the hound, sat on his haunches, in the darkness. He reflected for a moment on the promises he had made, and wondered at his own naivete. The hissing of the grass became a voice in his ears and he answered, "I am here. You have nothing to fear."
Modern physics points to the vibration. Ancient Chan points to the One Bright Pearl. The entire universe points at me, and you, and we say, 'Who me?" The methods we use to understand these things are varied, and the struggle is wearying, and almost all of us will give up. Life is too hard to understand and the work is thankless. I use the magical peanut butter sandwich to balance it all. Tired and hungry? Trust me, tried and true is the peanut butter sandwich.
Peanut butter and jam
Peanut butter and honey
Peanut butter and bacon
Peanut butter and cheese
Peanut butter and mayonaise
You be the peanut and I'll be the butter
If I had a peanut I'd butter in the morning
Hello peanut my old friend
The night may be dark, but the Hound is out there. And me? I'm in here where it's warm and the smell of toasted bread hangs around my shoulders. First the peanut butter and then the...........
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