Oh to wake up with an aura lingering like a halo about your head; though this one is question is often a harbinger of much pain, ridden with malicious intent.
A cimmerian bleak of Plutonian intensity, leaving steaks of dire aches.
A migraine aura that hovers in anticipation to make a grab at your skull the moment you as much as put your body through the most threadbare form of stress, or walk out in the sun or stay empty stomached and a perfect host goes for a triple combo of above mentioned and what begins with a slow drumroll is a demonic possession of clangorous thunder.
Ah yes Thursday..you have indeed arrived.
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