BUSH GOT A PURPLE KNOB

My lastest blog post starts like this.

I woke up today around 7:30 am.  First time that I slept through the morning call to prayer in a long time.  I wouldn't be missed at the cami, the reason being that I never go being the good atheist that I am.  It's quarter to nine and I've had my breakfast of beans, eggs, and toast.  I washed this back with a mug of Russian coffee with a bit of hazelnut cream in it.  I did what I had to in the bathroom. Squeezed the pimple that appeared on my nose over night then stood on the balcony to see who has up and about this bright Manavgat morning.

And ends like this.

Consequentially, although we may survive a bombing across the river, across an ocean, or across a continent, "You know and I know that in the morning we'll be dead."

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