Five-Hundred Word Challenge 708: Racing Against a Song

Light is turning to dark and now I find myself in a race against what remains of a song and I don’t know as to why I decided that this would be a good idea, but I guess here goes, or something to similar effect.

Anyway, the transition of afternoon to evening is at hand and I’m sitting once more in front of my computer and I’m hurting the keyboard with the amount of letters that I am typing out. Now that I think about it, I’m probably jot typing many letters as generally I seem to default to less complex words when I do these, but sometimes that is the way that things go.

So anyway, here I am racing away and I don’t even know as to how many words I have typed at this point and it does not matter as what matters is looking for the cohesive among the mess that is being churned out by the way that I am typing and the way that I’m allowing for things to flow forward. Perhaps, however, this one will be more focused as there doesn’t seem to be a lengthy chain of gibberish pouring out for once. Perhaps this will be the pieces that says “I wrote something” more than other ones at this current juncture in time.

I don’t really know, but I do know that I want to engage in a bit of banter, ribaldry and sesquipedalian loquaciousness in the hopes of finding out something far greater, or perhaps far lesser than what this is coming out as. I do hope that perhaps this will lead to an exploration of sorts, but of course I am unable to guarantee anything in that regard as all I am doing is the conjuring of the words into the formations resembling sentences with the structures of sensibility in the hopes that all of this makes sense once it is all done.

Actually, I don’t really care right now. What I do care about is getting to the end of this before the song ends and that of course is going to lead to some mess at the least, but perhaps the construction will be worthwhile in the end. Perhaps it will not, but there is always hope that somehow doing all of this will lead to something worth reading. I don’t really know. I do know that I’ve come this fat and I am not ready to stop as there are only a few words left to go.

There are only a few more sentences remaining and I need to continue on if I am to do the thing that I am attempting to do. Right now I’ve realised that perhaps I need a bigger keyboard as this one really isn’t big enough. Still, I think I’m doing alright at the moment, so I’m just going to race on in the hopes that I reach the target before the song reaches its end.

I might just be successful.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 04:59:76

So I’m fairly certain that I did beat the song, but only by a few seconds as it was fading out when I finished.

Bit of a focused mess, this text seems to me.

Written at home.


About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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