Lazarus. Not my name but could be. Resurrected some may say. But knock on wood. Nothing like that. Would be cool one black morning. Maybe Zeus or Odin could hook a brother up then. Like that song that goes something like: two minutes to midnight. I’m tying to use my measly high five-kayish steps to make a Steemit post. After a long hiatus. But I had about fifteen minutes to start go. May also be uploading a visual accompaniment to this text.
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deal with it
Thanks to @nikosnitza for hitting me up and reminding me to interact with my beloved steemians again.
Peace out.
