I’m gonna rush through this one as I should have done this earlier in the day, but I didn’t, so consider yourselves warned, unless for some reason you’re fine with me rushing my writing more than usual, in which case, strap yourselves in as I don’t know what I am doing after this sentence concludes, which may pose a problem as that means I don’t know where I’m going and I don’t know as to where I go from here and all of that other stuff, so there you go and all of that other stuff and so on and so forth and… yeah.

So anyway, here is the writing and the writing is presented and I am going to get the writing written as that is what writing does when it is written, which is being done, or something. I may shake my head at the silliness of all of this, but right now I do not and instead focus on the writing as I am writing it so that I can say that I wrote what I wrote and it was written and all of that other stuff.

So the question that needs to be asked is “Where am I going with this?”, and I think that is a fair question to ask. Of course I cannot say. It is not because I don’t know, as I do know. It is because I can’t say as it is a secret and if I reveal anything, then the wheels will come off and there will be some sort of downfall and as the rain falls and fire ascends from the heavens, there will be some sort of tut-tutting and I don’t know as to where I would go from there. My hands would be tied and I would have revealed far too much and therefore there would be no stopping me at that point as I would have said too much and all of that other stuff.

Other than that, it is a secret. Wait. I already said that. It is THE secret. It is something that I shall never reveal for as long as I can be bothered. Until that day comes, not one word or hint or suggestion will escape from my lips. Maybe my ears and eyes, but not my lips. That is what I have to say about all of this and this is what I will feel compelled to stick to, and no one person can make me change my mind. Not even many a person. There is no turning back and I shall not whisper a single sound about the matter of which I am not talking about as that is what I will avoid doing.

Now, with all of that being said I must attend to other things. I am needed elsewhere, though that elsewhere is here, so therefore I shall continue on with this path I have created and find a way to bring this all to some sort of rest.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 04:50:52

This was a thing that I wrote.

Not sure if I had fun writing this, but I know it wasn’t an unpleasant time.

Written at home.