I’ve about ten minutes so this is going to be a bit of a cram.

Well, maybe it won’t be, but I will be writing a little faster than I have been as of late as I am trying to hit targets and those targets are within reach, but sometimes you just procrastinate a little too much and in doing so you let things go too far and then you’ve not enough time to get done what you need to get done, so therefore I’m in that position and now I’m doing this thing in order to get some words written before I go back to work.

I shouldn’t keep on working like this. It is not a good way to go about things. I used to write earlier in the day and I need to get back to doing that. I need to try and write earlier in the day so that I’m not fretting about writing later in the day. That is not something I quite enjoy doing and so now I’m here doing that and in doing that I’m cramming a bunch of words together in the hopes that it makes sense without the need for me to think about what it is that I’m writing.

Maybe I should be a little more like this music and relax a little and let the sense of relaxation carry me away from whatever it is that troubles me and then carry me toward some sort of salty sea breeze and thus watch the waves as they crash on beneath me whilst I keep on floating.

Maybe I should go for a dive of the deep variety and really dig into whatever it is that troubles me. I don’t know if I really want to do that, but maybe I should. Maybe it will make for some sort of entertainment and in that entertainment it could be found entertaining. That might be a good thing as that would then reveal things. Then there would be other things and you get a link of things that form some sort of object that might be viewable from all the wrong directions.

It will have many faces and those faces shall be pleasing to see and understand, though maybe not. Maybe they will be terrifying or something. Maybe they will pierce the hearts of those considered innocent and reveal them to a realty most terrifying, and those who are the ones who try to corrupt the innocent shall be tormented about their continuous advances into the world of innocence as they try to corrupt it and turn it into something not innocent.

I don’t know as to where I’m going with this so I think I will find another thread to explore. There are plenty of threads out there and they all come from the same thing and slowly spread on out and form intricate patterns among intricate patterns that appear simple, and in fact may actually be depending on which threads cross over which other threads.

Maybe all the threads will coalesce into some sort of powerful being that can do the things whilst wearing a snazzy hat. Maybe this powerful being will be able to make a cake whilst talking about things in a grand and profound manner, and somehow be able to devote their entire attention to both at once, therefore preventing either from losing any on the attention afforded to them.

Maybe I need to think about what it is that I’m writing at the moment and find a way to turn it around so that it makes less sense whilst simultaneously making more sense. Maybe I need to find a way to construct my sentences in a way that allows for them to provide information whilst also being entertaining in a manner that implies both an increase in knowledge whilst being entertained at the same time.

Maybe there are other things out there to worry about. In fact, there are other things out there to worry about, but I’m not worrying about them right now as I’m a bit tired and lazy and wanting to feel sorry for myself in all the ways that I can, so therefore something something and so on and so forth and I need to make sure that all food is available where needed so that the food needed can carry forth in a way that allows all to be sustained in a sustainable manner.

Where am I going with this? What am I going on about? I don’t even know if there is a point to what I’m currently churning out. It seems so disconnected, but maybe there is a thread running through the whole thing. If there isn’t, then I will claim that there is anyway. If I make that claim then I know that somehow all of this can be considered as linked together and in that consideration I know that all of this drives on forward and becomes a work. Sure, it is a messy work but it is a work. Therefore it deserves attention, though then the question that raises is from whom does it deserve attention from?

I will have to say that in my highly advanced opinion, it deserves attention from not any creature out there as it is not a work worth viewing, and perhaps that is part of the beauty in it or something. It is a work unto its own and beholden to no one as it transcends space, time, and genre in its ongoing quest to bring enlightenment to all as it leaves this planet in search of a different one in order to find new civilisations old and new, and perhaps it will find itself feeling lonely on the journey, but its journey is a tough one and it knew the risks and the sacrifices that it had to make and it took those on for the greater good, whatever that is, but then again the journey might be really fun.

The time it took to write one thousand words: 12:24:37

Written earlier today. It took longer than I hoped.
I was throwing things together with less though than usual and as such this feels really messy.

Written at home.