Sounds. A vibration. Other things. And so on and so forth.
Perched upon my seat in a way that does not imply accurate way of sitting on this particular seat. It is the way that I am doing things this morning.
It is time for shaking things in the upward direction rather than the downward direction.
There is going to be transitions and shifts and everything will becoming shiny and new, or at least the appearance. Old way is not sleek enough. Need to make things more marketable and need to make things be really smooth, or something. There needs to be things in place is what I’m saying, essentially.
New styles and new fashions so as to be able to set a trend and then have things leap forward in a way that makes sense. Hopefully, of course. There are many things of which need to be looked upon and examined and then perhaps also scrutinised. There needs to be so much scrutiny that things come out on top in the most refined manner they possible can so as to be able get a better view of the whole thing and then go from there.
Then there needs to be thinking about how this whole thing proceeds forward, but of course thinking about that is often a difficult think as that means thinking about things and the thinking is not what I want to do at the moment.
I think I haven’t thought enough about this and therefore all plans must now be scrapped if there is any hope of proceeding forward in a direction that implies moving forward. All things must be torn down and everything must go. If it looked nice, it wasn’t nice and if it wasn’t nice it probably wasn’t worth having for such a project with no ambition and pure declaration. Such is the way of things that are now the things that are now gone, and such is the way that I need to proceed forward in order to go backward.
There will be no sleekness. There will be no excellence. All will be dismantled and it will look rough and awkward and the hope is that it will remain as such. Dullness will reign supreme and all will be forced back into the tedium. No time to be cool and there is only time to be boring, so therefore there will only be the art of being boring and there will be nothing else to go by.
Now, I believe it is time to look at other things and see what they cover and how they cover what it is that they cover. There is no telling as to what will happen, but it all needs to be boring and dull and colourless, and I’m all for it at the present moment for there is only procrastination left, and that is a difficult job, but of course I am more than qualified and therefore will go ahead with some kind of tedium.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:27:21
More writing that felt slow and clumsy. Still, it was done and it was done well enough I suppose.
Written at home.