Hello World, I'm alive! After being on a semi-nocturnal schedule for about a month, I'm back and better than ever.
For the first time in quite some time, I awoke with the fluttering and chirping of birds, the smell of morning buns, and the bone-rattling ruckus from construction.
Dawn is truly a magical time. It is the offspring of an age old ritual, a courtship dance between sun and moon, day and night, light and dark, Apollo and Artemis. Like dusk, it is a time when the world is alight with an mystical, hazy light. It is at dawn when all things are truly possible.
I eagerly await the remainder of the day, yet I will be sad to see the dawn go. I'll look forward to tomorrow, when the day begins to come alive again and the sun returns from its nightly slumber and slowly peak its head out from its resting place, much like poop that peeks out from your anus when you really have to take a dump.
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"the smell of morning buns"
Hulksie, is the smell of your own flatulence waking you up?
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