Five-Hundred Word Challenge 939: Nothing Else to Add

Alright, it is time to begin. It is time to begin the act of writing so as to use the act of writing as a medium for expression, and then get on with the getting on and all that other stuff. you should know as to how it works at this point, but I don’t. I only know as to which direction I am facing, though if I were to go off the cardinal directions, then perhaps I would be a little lost unless I decided to aid myself through the use of a map that had the cardinal directions listed on it, thus being able to then work out as to which direction it is that I would be facing and therefore some sort of conclusion would arrive and that would be all of it and all of it would then be wrapped up and done.

Now, I think that with that being said, there are other things of which need to be said in some capacity, but perhaps the capacity is absconding from what it is that needs to be captured, so I might need to get a bit of running going so I can then get a bit of sweat going. You know what they say; sweat is the coolant of the body in very specific situations, or something.

Perhaps there needs to be something a little more intangible that could help soften the directing of the head into a particular direction in a different manner so as to find a new way to find form in expression and expression in angularity, but of course all the scribbles of ideas that end up scrawled all over the place in this writing might need some sort of direction to be faced by the directing of the head so as they gain whatever clarity, or form of clarity they can capture, which is something worth pursuing, but only sometimes and only sometimes due to there needing to be some thing some of the time so as to explain some things some of the time rather than all of the time, which is something best avoided when possible to avoid, but this is neither here, nor there and so I will do the thing that I set out to do, but I cannot remember what that is.

I think there was meant to be some sort of form of expression in the thing that I was writing, but I lost my way along the way and now I’m sitting here and wondering a to what it is that I could be thinking of that I was trying to express, and so… yeah. I’m here now and there’s some stuff that I need to tale care of but that will wait as right now it is the sitting here that I must do and so I am sitting here and through sitting here I am doing a thing, which just so happens to be sitting here.

I’ve nothing else to add.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:21:85

A fast writing, but not one that I feel was as good as it could have been.

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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