The clock starts ticking and the music is peaceful, but only for so long as it soon will become chaotic. Then again, maybe it won’t; it all depends on what the flow of the day provides, and part of that flow of course is controlled by my doing things and how I go about doing them an all of those other wonderful things that we include in our lives as they traverse periods that transcend eons, though only if said periods last long enough to transcend eons, of course.

Perhaps this is something that is best spent thinking about at a later date, but today’s date suggests that perhaps today is the time to think about these things as that is the way that things go on certain days.

So anyway, where was I? I’m already in this far and cannot for the life of me work out as to where I was going with all of this. Then again, perhaps it is due to being this far in that I have no idea as to where I am going. I still need to feel my way through all of this and see where it all leads and all of those other things and so on and so forth and you get the idea.

So I guess now this bit of writing is about stumbling my way toward finding out what this writing is about, though I don’t need to do any of that as I already know as to what this bit of writing is about and all I’m doing by writing all of this out is postponing the inevitable which is something I need to stop doing as doing that means this drags out and it takes longer to get to whatever it is that I am looking to get to, and really no one wants that to happen. We all want this to be over sooner rathe than later, but there are so many more words to go and so with all of those words needing to be written out, I need to find a way to buy time so that I can get onto something. Sure, it’s a way to drag things out far beyond what is necessary, but at this point it is what I need to do and so I am doing it so that it can be done and so on and so forth and all of those other things.

So anyway, I am here and you are there and there are people walking around and I am mashing out words and hoping that it all makes sense in some way, but these are all things that I’ve said before and so I need to stop saying them and find new things to say, but if I say new things then I might not be able to refine the old things so that they keep growing in their sleekness and the other things of which they need to grow in so as to be more effective as things being said in a manner that implies that they are said, or something. With that being said, of course I also need to think of other things that need to be said as there are more things that are being said than they are done and I need to go back to pretending that I don’t know what this bit of writing is about so I can keep on stumbling along in a manner that implies that I am looking, but in the wrong ways.

I also need to make my sentences shorter.

Maybe that will happen today. Maybe it will not. However, what we do know is that the charade will be kept up at some point in the future. It might not be done well, for I cannot be bothered with the effort required to prop up such a great big lie, but with that being said I still will provide some effort toward the effort of doing so. It just won’t be much and therefore you should not expect too much from me in that regard, for I need to spend my time and energy elsewhere to prop up other great big lies and hope that the whole thing doesn’t collapse in on itself. If it does, then I know not what it is that I will do. However, what I do know is that I will continue on and walk out from the rubble and pretend that the mess isn’t there as I keep on searching for what this bit of writing means and what it is all about.

There likely is no subject other than the one that is coming forth and therefore it may be easy for me to mislead myself in ways I did not expect. Perhaps these ways will be new and exciting and find themselves propped up in manners that were unforeseen, and will remain as surprising as they are expected. There is no telling at this particular juncture in time and so what I will do is keep on writing in the hopes that I can mislead and deceive, and then find my way across the plains of expansion that seem to be bound by no mountains or other form of terrain. The horizon will sit somewhere off in the distance and all those other things as I keep walking and pretending and avoiding consequence as much as I can.

Then again, there are other options too and those should not be ignored, for if they are ignored…

So anyway, I think I’ve worked out as to what it is that this bit of writing is about, but I don’t know if I can keep on going on about whatever it is and is not and so I will just wrap this up very shortly. There are other things I need to take care of and this has gone on for far, far too long. Therefore, in this sentence, I will end this lengthy ramble.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 10:52:04

I think, upon having a look over this, I need to start focusing more on shorter, punchier sentences. Maybe. This is a little more aimless than usual and I want to try and reign that in a bit.

Written at home.