early riser... no reason for this, or any other title **he says, smirkingly**

Ha! For reasons of inexplicable affection, dreams of women in white dresses dancing on a sandy-brown arena floor, **Szia!!!** this morning amid humanity's austere reality, dark skies, floods, I've pushed away all sense of despondency... I've stepped into the black tuxedo. Does this mean happiness is an eager addition to the usual morning whirrs?

Hmmmmm.... truthfully, I'm trying to avoid the seasonal affectations that follow Labour Day? Why is there such a lack of energy here, then, now? It seems the same contemplations (regressions) rise like holiday gas prices every year at this time... you'd think I'd be shrewd enough to encourage a different feeling (feelings) *lowers his eyes briefly, but refuses to shrug the shoulders*, to sing a more ebuillent tune. And you'd think **rolling eyes severly** that the fragments of the past couldn't coalesce into a barrier that hinders light from the future, light, salience... Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, maybe I awoke too early this morning... before the end of that dream, the glorious sunrise.