Now, I think I was going to write about the application of chicken to glue.
I think I was, but somehow I lost the incentive and it’s not behind the couch, so therefore I am merely going to do the thing that involves the thing and so there will be chains and consequences. Who knows how it will all turn out in the end? It doesn’t merely end with this bit of writing, but after many, many more to come. We’ll just have to see how it all frazzles itself. Hopefully there is no fizzling. A nice pop will do, but fizzling is just not acceptable in this current climate of climates.
I think that perhaps instead of that I’ll just let the simmering begin and whist that happens I’ll make sure to do the dance that summons the reason of doubt to combat the reason of certainty and we’ll see which of the two come out on the top of the pile that has been created from the amount of battles that have occurred among the pile that was once not a pile. It was once a spot and it was a spot that had no piling up upon it, so the piling needs to be cleaned at some point as perhaps some might consider it to be a little too much of a pile. It might reach the ceiling and we just can’t have that.
After the dance of the conjuring there will be the dance of the cleaning and by that I mean there will be a series of events that involve the process of cleaning done in order to clean the pile. Therefore there will be the use of tools in order to clean a pile up. I think. Maybe there will be no tool use at all. If that is indeed the case, what will have to be applied are the things known as “elbow grease” and “hard yakka”. It might be difficult work, but with enough grunt it will be far more surmountable than people once thought possible.
Then there is the simmering that needs to be taken into consideration as there was nothing cooking at all other than the water left in the pan. Bit of a waste of energy, as well as good water. Perhaps that too will need to be addressed, unless of course someone else is able to find a good use for what is going on. Myself, I’ll just float on back to where I was before ad try to work out this chicken glue problem. Once that is worked out I’ll just find myself going to bed or something as I’m rather tired at this point as there have been far too many nights with low amounts of sleep and I’m getting a bit tired of being a bit tired.
Anyway, now that that is out of the way I’ll just think of something to finish this off. Then I’ll look for something else upon which to work.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:25:12
I’m somewhat-okay with this. It’s a product of being rather tired. It’s loose, sloppy, etc. However, it has a certain kind of sense of scenery that appeals to me.
Written at home.