I dislike it when I feel like my morning is the equivalent of gnawing on cardboard that has already been gnawed on.
Strange perhaps, so clarity perhaps demands an explanation involving the somewhat excessive consumption of various substances the night prior.
Details remain absent here, because they serve no honorable purpose within this context (at least imho).
May responsibly sharper days with positive momentum be within the future of all righteous beings (or such).
Confidence reasonably assures me that the rest of my day will not remain in the tortured cardboard classification — and even writing this during the influence of my morning green tea shows signs of the clouds giving way to reasonable sunshine of the mind and infinitely beyond (or such).
I am an honest freak (or reasonably responsibly balanced "misfit", if you prefer) of an artist working and resting to best carefully contribute towards helping society. Too many people abuse reasoning (e.g. 'partial truth = whole truth' scam), while I exercise reason to explore and express whole truth without any conflict-of-interest -- all within a sometimes offbeat style of psychedelic artistry.
Spirit Wave Journal 
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