I’ve only got slightly over five minutes to get this done so the pressures is on a little bit more. Not sure as to how I will do, but I feel the desire and the desire is what drive me to do these things (sometimes) and so I will keep on going and hope for the best. Not sure if the best will come; this likely will be average (I hope), but we’ll see and all of that other stuff.

Wish it was a little warmer in this room, but that is wishful thinking for now. When it gets hotter I will wish that it is a little cooler. It’s a cyclical thing, but that’s the way that things go on the odd occasion. There are worse things out there and all that other stuff, but I sit here and I bleat on about whatever it is that comes to mind and so I will keep on going on about things and other things.

Maybe there will be no things of which I go on about and at the end of all of this the great nothingness will be revealed, which of course will reveal nothing. There will be no spectacle; there will be no grand proclamation. All there will be is what I wrote and the garbled mess of what I wrote leads to. Therefore it might just be best to tune out now and go elsewhere for anything resembling content of the quality variety. I will not promise that and therefore you cannot expect that from me. However, what you can expect is more rambling and within that rambling you might just see some things that you did not expect to see, such as word combinations that reinforce how repetitive all of this reveals itself as, or something.

So anyway, now that I have said that bit of writing there are other things that I feel need to be said, but of course they will not be said as there are other things that come before those things and an order needs to be preserved so as to be able to make sure that there is some sense to get from all of this, and that sense is that there is no sense to get from all of this, so therefore you might just be wasting your time hoping for any of this to change, though of course I am making a grand assumption in assuming that there is anyone out there hoping for this to get back on the rails. I should not make that assumption as there are other things out there that should be taken care of, but they won’t and therefore I will just keep on going and hope that the sentences that I am writing will make sense once they are written.

Probably won’t, but maybe they will on an individual level. However, I won’t address that now as I’m currently stuck in a cycle of going on about things.

I might later.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:24:54

A rush and a mess.
A little bit more than slightly over five minutes, cutting into time I didn’t quite have, but not overly fussed.

Written at home.