Five-Hundred Word Challenge 966: Ready for Consumption

Alright, so what I did was what I did and then I did the other thing which led to where the ocean resides on a Sunday. I don’t know as to how this all happened, but I can assure you, it was all done in a way that suggests a smile. There was no frowning on that particular day, but when you know that the marmalade was all off, then you know that there were other, much more fresh things ready for consumption.

I don’t want to get into that at the moment, however. What I do want to get into is how it is that when there isn’t, there still is on a time of the day that does not yield to the attempts to get out of the way when you need to go elsewhere other than nowhere. I know not of what it is that is up with that, but I can only try and surmise when I reminisce about times when there was more yielding to the will of the power to believe.

Now, with all of that held in high regard, it is time to take a dive into the mountain and see what troubles await. There is no one way or two ways about the whole thing, but without a shovel there might be some unpleasantries that do not nod when given the task. This is something that I too want to avoid. However, we need to bear in mind that the world is not just one, but many a population groups and so there are times when following a process may require something more than a little bit less than usual, and so with that bearing bearing out its own truth, there can be no summoning on the wind without knowing how to whilst the finest of calls within the coldest of shoulders.

I think that perhaps now is the time to talk about the ending of the writing that only parses itself and none other, for sometimes that is what writing does and sometimes knowing that writing does that is the key to opening the pathway that lies ahead, assuming there is a pathway in any capacity that can be perceived without needing to have to perceive it. I think that I won’t do that though as there is only so much time in the day and to talk about the analogues of history which are the annals of history when seen from the inverse point of view only reveals so much, so therefore there should be more hats worn on the day where the rain comes crashing down upon the very earth that sometimes is as barren as it is fertile, but only so long as the fish agree to that which ties their fins behind their tails so that they can perform a number of dancing numbers that show how it all is easily done when twisting the little pressure that help to stabilise the world on a formless Friday.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:41:60

I wanted to write something nonsensical, and I think I achieved that want.

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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