Once more in that little pinch of time where I find the time to make the time to do the time of the writing that requires the time in order to make the time that is found as time within time where all of the time that I have makes more time to do the time and so on and so forth.

Now you see, that could’ve been a good sentence, but it was not. It was rather horrible and still remains horrible, but maybe one day one of its descendants might make sense of the whole thing. Might. There is no telling and there is also a good chance that I’d do my best to make sure that the sentence does not improve. But still, there might be a chance where something related to the above sentence finally reveals what it was all about and then it will make sense.

In order to get to that point, a lot of work would be required and that is not something I am prepared to do. What I am prepared to do is waffle on and waffle on is what I will keep on doing as I need to get this done real soon as there are other things that I need to take care of and once more I’ve compressed everything into a tiny moment in what may be a long life and so I need to make sure that I get this done before the next thing which was meant to start a number of minutes ago. Perhaps this is a sign of planning too many things whilst being incredibly lazy. Maybe it is a sign of something else entirely. I cannot give a definitive answer there and if I could, I’d also probably choose not to as it doesn’t relate to the sentence that started this bit of writing off. Therefore, something something and so on and so forth and perhaps it is time that I am now stalling for as I try to find a way out of this thing that I have created, but I won’t and so I will just go on about my business until I get tot he end of all of this and then look at another direction that reveals the right amount of inflection required to convey the reflection needed to be able to reveal that which is and hide that which is not.

However, I digress.

So I wrote a bad sentence and perhaps it will remain forever bad, but then again, maybe it will not. At least this version of the sentence will remain bad, but one of its descendants will reveal the whole thing in the manner of which it is meant to be revealed; as a bad sentence that doesn’t truly convey anything other than a series of words connected together so as to be able to form a sentence whilst derailing any possible meaning that isn’t anything other than a clunky series of words forming meaning.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:03:38

Fun to write.

Written at home.