Five-Hundred Word Challenge 745: Morning Beckons

The morning beckons the waking of the up as opposed to the falling of the down and soon the ice thaws on the limbs, enabling a full range of movement into another place of time and history. That is the way that it rolls sometimes but tumbling out of the cloth that keeps us warm and then mercilessly feeling one’s way to a place considered just as comfortable is not always the best way to do things.

Sometimes it is, but not always. This is something that needs to be remembered when going on the adventure of a lifetime. Of course this lifetime adventure is the getting out of the bed quickly and making the way to the kitchen to brew some COFFEE, then drinking the COFFEE so as to be able to power up and then power through the whole day in all of its length and being and existing, so you can exist within the existence of another thing that exists. Then later in the day it will be time to have some TEA and pull oneself back down to the earth of the planet that is referred to as “Earth” and not “Oith”, though in some places it is referred to as “Oith” and not “Earth” and to be honest, that is fine. Not bad and not good. Just fine.

Actually, maybe it is a good thing and not a bad thing. Depends on how you view the whole thing, really. However, I’m getting away from the hand of the subject and as it is growing more limbs I need to tackle the beast and suppress its urges to get to a size considered unwieldy. The beast is of course this bloated format of writing in which I am applying in order to do the thing that I am currently doing. Probably shouldn’t do it, or something, but will anyway because I can and I will.

There shall be fighting. There shall be glory and shame in all of its shameless glory. There will be the many of a thing and many a thing will be what it is as the celebration of subjugation goes on unabated upon the rainbow’s guilt of knowing the unknowable but not expressing it in any way other than through translucent nightmares hanging on the morning’s dew.

See, now I’m descending into just throwing words together in the hopes that the chains they create create something that is profoundly vague more than they are vaguely profound. There needs to be the symbols and the meaning and the signs that suggest something far greater than something that isn’t all too great. That is one of the hopes and I am hoping that it comes on through to the other side with everything intact, but I guess in order to do all of that I should perhaps just try and crawl back into bed, then crawl out of it again and make my way to the kitchen to get myself a cup of COFFEE.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:08:65

This was pretty stream-of-conscious, but parts were a bit more forced than I would have liked.

It feels imageless to me, if that makes sense.

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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