erudess:

I’m interested in how the birds sing so lively during the morning whilst carrying such a burden of life itself. I believe flying and feeding and migrating are just as tiresome as how we grovel and drag ourselves about the earth. I desire such bracing enthusiasm in the heavy deadweight of the morning instead of a body that is submerged in such miserable difficulty.

I hold a theory — If you have the mind to hunt, then you will bring home the king of the forest.

Natheless to say that with all this sandy-feeling dryness that envelopes your waking carcass, it is with more difficulty than it is to spring forth on to weakened soles.

Ugh, good morning.
I suppose I posses half the mind to hunt this Sunday.