Everything about morning is wrong.
The light in the sky is wrong–distorted in color, an evil haze from the wrong part of the sky, flooding all creation with a hideous luminescence unwholesome to the eye and corrosive to the senses. Every waking sensation is pain; the purr of a kitten, corrupted by morning, is as the assault of a thousand jackhammers, and even the very music of the spheres is a harsh cacophony of crows. The laughter of a child, impossible as it may seem, is made worse by a thousandfold in the morning.
The Greek philosopher cicero, speaking of mornings, wrote Neque porro quisquam est qui dolorem ipsum quia dolor sit amet, consectetur, adipisci velit, which means “There is no one who loves pain itself, who seeks after it and wants to have it, simply because it is pain.” The fact that there are people who embrace the morning, who leap from their beds every day happy and even eager for the corrupting,, agonizing assault upon their senses, demonstrates beyond any doubt how very, very, very wrong he was.
Morning twists and corrodes all it touches. Morning reduces the intellectually nimble to shambling zombies; it makes a lover’s caress into the touch of the scourge and sackcloth. There is nothing good that can come of it save afternoon; it is the time best reserved for snoring and firing squads. I advise everyone of decency and sense to have no truck with it.
LMAO
You’re assuming that waking is painful for everyone.
I’m a morning person — up with the sun. In my part of the world, this does play hob with schedules, ’cause in the winter, I get an inkling of how night people feel. I cannot get up easily before the sun is up, and have to get up around 6:30 to get to work on time.
However, in the summer, I can dispense with the alarm clock and get up feeling great.
I know, I suck…
LMAO
You’re assuming that waking is painful for everyone.
I’m a morning person — up with the sun. In my part of the world, this does play hob with schedules, ’cause in the winter, I get an inkling of how night people feel. I cannot get up easily before the sun is up, and have to get up around 6:30 to get to work on time.
However, in the summer, I can dispense with the alarm clock and get up feeling great.
I know, I suck…
If you find the person who invented “morning”, make sure he feels our displeasure…
If you find the person who invented “morning”, make sure he feels our displeasure…
Oh suck it up already, and go to work!
😛
Yes! Get to work! Nuclear winter isn’t gonna make itself, ‘ya know!
Oh suck it up already, and go to work!
😛
I think that your arch-nemesis set the moon on fire, and that’s what you are actually seeing…
FOUL LIES! There are few limits to what I’m willing to do to ensure that my worthy adversary meets his end in some fashion which involves both suffering and combustion, but there are limits! The idea of rendering blessed night into cursed day is repugnant to me just as surely as it is to.
No, the rising of the terrible daystar serves another purpose, vile though it may be. It is a warning to retreat to the safety and shelter of the caves and underground bunkers, ceding control of the burning daytime wasteland to the daywalkers, if only for a few hours. This, however, is a temporary condition. Nuclear winter is, in fact, the greatest argument in favor of a nuclear holocaust (sorry, love!). When the upper atmosphere is choked with the radioactive ashes of Those-Who-Walk-Beneath-The-Sun (not you of course, sweetie!) as God intended, then will paradise be erected in metal, concrete, and arc light! Only then will the engines of war do final battle in the eternal night!
It’ll be glorious, and you won’t have to wear sunglasses to enjoy the view! 😉
Remember, sweetie- even though you may align yourself with the Sun, it will burn you just as surely as it will us nocturnals. (Oh, and I love you.)
I think that your arch-nemesis set the moon on fire, and that’s what you are actually seeing…
*snort* My brain, which is visually oriented, did a double-take when it recognized “…lorem ipsum quia dolor sit amet, consectetur, adipisci velit…”
I’m sure actual graphic designers would have the same reaction.
And anyway, I like the morning quite a bit — I’m just not usually awake enough to appreciate it.
*snort* My brain, which is visually oriented, did a double-take when it recognized “…lorem ipsum quia dolor sit amet, consectetur, adipisci velit…”
I’m sure actual graphic designers would have the same reaction.
And anyway, I like the morning quite a bit — I’m just not usually awake enough to appreciate it.
FOUL LIES! There are few limits to what I’m willing to do to ensure that my worthy adversary meets his end in some fashion which involves both suffering and combustion, but there are limits! The idea of rendering blessed night into cursed day is repugnant to me just as surely as it is to.
No, the rising of the terrible daystar serves another purpose, vile though it may be. It is a warning to retreat to the safety and shelter of the caves and underground bunkers, ceding control of the burning daytime wasteland to the daywalkers, if only for a few hours. This, however, is a temporary condition. Nuclear winter is, in fact, the greatest argument in favor of a nuclear holocaust (sorry, love!). When the upper atmosphere is choked with the radioactive ashes of Those-Who-Walk-Beneath-The-Sun (not you of course, sweetie!) as God intended, then will paradise be erected in metal, concrete, and arc light! Only then will the engines of war do final battle in the eternal night!
It’ll be glorious, and you won’t have to wear sunglasses to enjoy the view! 😉
Remember, sweetie- even though you may align yourself with the Sun, it will burn you just as surely as it will us nocturnals. (Oh, and I love you.)
Yes! Get to work! Nuclear winter isn’t gonna make itself, ‘ya know!
i am forced to be a daywalker, but i hate the damned heatball as much as the rest of the sane(?) creatures on this ball of dirt
i am forced to be a daywalker, but i hate the damned heatball as much as the rest of the sane(?) creatures on this ball of dirt
You should go to bed earlier! *snickers*
You should go to bed earlier! *snickers*
Gee… did we have a hard time waking up this morning?
Or did we fall out of the wrong side of the bed???
:-*, hope it got better.
Gee… did we have a hard time waking up this morning?
Or did we fall out of the wrong side of the bed???
:-*, hope it got better.
That cursed temptress, Absinthe!
That cursed temptress, Absinthe!
My firm hope, once I win that 82M Lotto jackpot tonight, is to never see the sun rise again, unless it’s coming up over the Efifel tower after a drunken night in Paris or some similar setting, and even then it will only be acting as an alarm to let me know that it’s bed time.
the morning
I know that for some the morning is the greatest evil ever. Me I am also a night person. I would rather sleep thru the day and wake up when I was ready to face what ever time it is. I know that we all have to face the day one way or the other. I know that each of us has our way which ever that may be; either day or night. We all have to face each day or night as it comes , and that is it. I know that I wish that I had all the power in the world to make my way the only way , but this is not true. I know that I have the power in me to make this life the best I have to live no matter what. I know that morning will always be with us ; so there for I will do with it what I will, but as for the night I will embrace it with all the strength that I have with in me. I know that I am happy when I fulfill what is my pleasure in what ever I will. So if there must be light ; let it be. I know that my pleasure we follow me as I will, and for that I am at peace.
Re: the morning
wow, how overly philosophically cheerful
You need a good smacking 🙂
My firm hope, once I win that 82M Lotto jackpot tonight, is to never see the sun rise again, unless it’s coming up over the Efifel tower after a drunken night in Paris or some similar setting, and even then it will only be acting as an alarm to let me know that it’s bed time.
the morning
I know that for some the morning is the greatest evil ever. Me I am also a night person. I would rather sleep thru the day and wake up when I was ready to face what ever time it is. I know that we all have to face the day one way or the other. I know that each of us has our way which ever that may be; either day or night. We all have to face each day or night as it comes , and that is it. I know that I wish that I had all the power in the world to make my way the only way , but this is not true. I know that I have the power in me to make this life the best I have to live no matter what. I know that morning will always be with us ; so there for I will do with it what I will, but as for the night I will embrace it with all the strength that I have with in me. I know that I am happy when I fulfill what is my pleasure in what ever I will. So if there must be light ; let it be. I know that my pleasure we follow me as I will, and for that I am at peace.
Re: the morning
wow, how overly philosophically cheerful
You need a good smacking 🙂