The hanging sky bears great mystery, just like my stomach nowadays. Seems like it's always howling in the morning. The solution, I found, is very simple yet brings about an important philosophical point. I argue that to change one's dietary is to transform one's own constitution. As once a wise man said, "If a man's tummy content is replaced part by part up to a point where not a single original sweet delicious coffee remains in it, is it still the same man?"

But seriously though. The sky is looking pretty ominous lately. It's high time for calamity to reveal itself in the sky as foretold by the old prophecy (read: my naruto fanfic). Soon the power within me would awaken to banish this calamity and claim the title of The Great Hero. I would be revered by the people and like they want to build a statue of me or something and I would refuse because I'm a very humble person. And then fast forward 500 years later, my legacy is tarnished by an evil cult that twists my teaching and it's up to my descendant to clear up my name. Anyway, I've got the manuscripts for the first book trilogy of my adventure ready to go at moment's notice. Any taker?

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In all seriousness though, for the sake of never taking things too seriously and losing all the joy in the world again, I want to continue to write here and bless the peasants with records of my journey on this earth. I don't know, maybe you'll get to know the side of me that  you  never see before. If I get a chuckle or two from you, then it's all worth it. See ya.