Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1010: Can’t Believe

So I had started writing this thing about how the day was formless, yet highly detailed and i0t wasn’t going anywhere so instead of continuing on with that I decided to scrap the whole thing. It wasn’t worth repeating and I don’t want to try and salvage it. It is gone. It is disposed of and that is better. This is better than that too, so that means this is much better. Therefore, this is the post that I will churn out and it is the one that you will see as there no longer is another post that exists that was written just before this one.

This post is so good that I can’t believe as to how good it is, because it really is that good. It’s better than anything you’ll read on this fine day of days; okay, maybe it is not, but that is beside the point. This post will be so great and so amazing and awesome that your head will peel itself back in order to reveal itself as a head belonging to yourself.

There is so much amazing use of vocabulary in this series of words that upon reading your eyes will find new ways to see how words can be connected, and you’ll be thrown aside by how amazing and wonderful that it is that you will suddenly see in ways you knew not where possible. The starts will align and the moon will sing its song of solitude as you finally experience meaning as it is meant to be experienced.

There will be no turning away from these moments and you finally will understand the dance of dances and then you might just even dance yourself. There is no confirming if you will, but you just might.

The wonder and awe that this bit of writing will inspire can only be handled with care, but of course that care will be of the wanton variety. There is no telling as to how you will experience that handling, but there is no denying that it will be groovy, for that is how good this bit of writing is. There is no other way to view it and fie will be directed at those who choose to disagree and deny the truth of the matter, for the truth of the matter is that there is little, if anything out there that can top this bit of writing.

This is so great that it is writing itself as it is written. It cannot be done in any other manner, for the sheer magnitude of just how cool and awesome this is can only come forward due to it writing itself. That’s just the way things go in this day and age because it is this day and age that allow such things to happen.

If you manage to get this far due to how beholden to experiencing the amazing nature of this text, then you will see the sun turn away in embarrassment. Maybe.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:00:76

Not sure as to what I think about this one.
It was a bit of a struggle.

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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