Alright, I have no way of knowing how I’m meant to start this, but that’s the start. That’s what you get. Not going to say “del with it” as that kind of wouldn’t be very nice, so I won’t say that. Gotta say other stuff.
So first of all, here I am and here you are. We are participating in whatever this is in an active manner. That is what I’m trying to convince myself anyway. Don’t know as to how true it is, but that is what it is, or something. I think.
I really should have thought about what I was going to say this morning. Oh well.
Secondly, I went for a walk this morning. Maybe you also did. If so, then we have a connection of some sort. Perhaps these sentences will appeal to that connection in some way. I don’t know; I just write the words. Whatever they provide is far beyond my scope of reasoning. Well, it actually is not, but I’m going to pretend it is as that way it makes things seem more ambiguous and mysterious. Perhaps even rather svelte.
Thirdly, I don’t know what I am up to at this point. There is meant to be a pint among this somewhere, but don’t go looking for it as I did not sneak one in. Perhaps that is a slight against me, but sometimes that is what happens. Can’t do anything about it by now. Perhaps the point will find its way in a little later. Don’t know. If it does, then watch out. It might poke you and the poking can hurt as a point is normally sharp rather than blunt. Hopefully it’s not the point of a needle, but I have no control here so… be careful. Or don’t. It is your choice. The world is yours. Well, your world is yours. Mine is mine. It just so happens that right now there may be some sort of crossover. Perhaps even a meeting. I don’t know if that is indeed the case or not, but if it is, well, then, awesome.
So whatever this part is meant to be. I think I’m up to the seventeenth. Don’t know yet. We’ll find out soon enough. Whatever this thing is meant to be, it is constructed of sentences. The sentences use characters known as “letters” to form things known as “words”. Sometimes there are spaces. Sometimes there are things known as “stops”. I’m clearly pulling out all of the “stops” to bring this to an end, but it is far beyond my control at this point. I can’t contain it anymore, so bear with me as I hold on for dear life and ride the things all the way to wherever it is trying to lead this thing. Hopefully it is not into a wall.
Sometimes I wonder as to what I am doing with these creations of text. I can pretend that is is all artistic, but most of the time it is not. However, we must remember that the intention is to create and even if it is banal, it still is creating.
So the eighth thing is to let you all know that that may have been either the fifth thing or the tenth thing. There was a spilling of the counting a while ago and now it is all messed up and I can’t do much about that, so hopefully everything is in the right order.
At this point I’m actually wondering if any of what I’m writing at this particular moment is connected, or if it is all disconnected. In some way it is connected by its being a complete mess of disjointed paragraphs, but in some way that makes it connected somehow. I’m sure there are other things that make the thing connected, but I don’t feel like reading over the whole thing right now. I’m just going to keep powering on and seeing where all of this leads. How different from my usual way of doing things, or something.
Is it bad to be self-aware and self-deprecating? I don’t know and I don’t care. Actually, there should probably be a balance, but that’s something for another time. Won’t worry about that now. full steam ahead!
So anyway, I’ve lost count of what thing I’m meant to be up to, so I’m just going to pretend that now we’ve hit number twelve of whatever this may or may not be. Haven’t decided yet. I might decide later, or I might not. I don’t know. There remains plenty of time to get into all of that, but perhaps on another day at another time when I’m not feeling peckish. Need to consume something soon.
Anyway, at this point I guess what I want to say is that the thing number twelve is that there is a reflection staring back at me. It might be my reflection,. It might not be my reflection. Secretly it is but I’m trying to mislead and confuse. Realistically, if you’ve reached this point then you’re probably onto whatever it is that I am doing at the current moment and I should probably stop trying. However, I’ve come so far and I don’t think that I can stop. Well, maybe I can, but perhaps it really is that I don’t want to stop.
Of course this is something to ponder and ponder it I shall. Well, actually, it is not something to ponder. I’m just looking to take up a little bit more space. Truth be told, I ran out of steam a little bit ago and now I’m just rolling with this in the hopes that I get to the end of this sooner rather than later. Yes, this is all filler, but then again that could be argued about the whole writing. Whether you think that is indeed the case or not is all up to you. All I can do is keep on rambling and rambling followed by more rambling.
The time it took to write one thousand words: 12:05:77
I feel as though when I was writing this I forced myself on a little too much. I’m not sure as to why I did.
Well, it’s great if you’re into messy writing.
Semi-side note: Perhaps there is a point among the whole thing, but if there is, then I don’t know what it is.
Written at home.