Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1001: Squeeze This in

Trying to squeeze this in as there’s little time before my break ends, but maybe I can do this. Maybe I can get this written at a speed that is as acceptable as it is unacceptable. It is possible, but I don’t want to bank on it, or something. Anyway, let us see where the dancing of the fingers over the keyboard takes us.

So anyway, I was sitting here and looking over there and I was experiencing a discrepancy of sorts that led to more discrepancies. You could say that there was a chain of discrepancies, and in saying that you would be saying something about discrepancies and how they chain together. However, maybe on this particular day of these things happening there was none of that whatsoever. Perhaps everything was awry, but in ways that made it suspected, but not necessarily noticeable.

However, none of that matters right now as instead there are skies to surf and planes of reality to explore in a way that implies more than it declares, but none of that matters right now either. What really matters is finding the right pace of which one needs to move at in order to move forward at a pace that many may consider as acceptable, but none would consider as inappropriate. It’s all a difficult balancing that must be carefully found, for there needs to be much consideration into how the act of the doing of the things proceeds so as to be able to make sure the right balance is struck. If that is not done, then terrible things could happen.

That is not to say that terrible things would happen, mind you; just saying that they could happen. Massive difference right there and in knowing that difference, the balances between balance and imbalance might be struck and all can then proceed as it normally would whilst the sunset rides off into the sunset.

Maybe I should go on about other things, but I’m just looking for a groove in which I can get going and find the things that allow the groove to really groove so as to be able to express all that I want to express in a way that implies groove, or something.

Look, I don’t know where I’m going with this and so I need to start planning my exit. There is so little that I want to say and so little that I want to do, but I have all the time in the world to do it now, but I don’t, but it all goes on and circles itself as it disappears from the mirror showing the view of the rear which is the space behind me, but now that I know where things are and are not I can at least look at some other things and slowly work my way around the track and try and find out where it all began, though I know where and so this mass of words will reveal nothing.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:25:91

Written earlier today.
I felt slow and clumsy whilst I was writing this and I’m not sure as to why.
Probably the tyranny of fatigue, or something.

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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