Five-Hundred Word Challenge 1198: The Sound of Rambling

The sound of summer is here. It is in full swing and it’s gonna last until it lasts no longer.

Apparently that will be in roughly five to seven days, depending on how the weather goes, of course.

Summer is here and I need to make sure some of my plants survive so inside they will come. Need to keep them in the cool and if I can pull that off, then it’s golden days the whole way home. Depends on how hot it gets in here, I guess. Maybe there will be no saving them. If not, then there still will be restarting and trying once more.

Sitting here and sweating is not necessarily one of my favourite pastimes but I’ll get through it. Always do. Need to get through it in order to do the things that I want to do and need to get through it so I can go on with things I don’t want to do but must do. Sitting here and not moving may be the best way to avoid the heat but I’ll need to work that out a bit later. There may be even better ways and so long as they don’t involve using air conditioning, I’m down.

Also down for overly long shifts at work too, apparently.

There is a groove that I can follow here and if I do that I think I can slip into a montage of efficiency, and if I can do that then I can just be all smooth and sleek and follow my own form of style. Create something cool and completely unmemorable, and maybe that’s what I need to do in order to succeed. If only I was more rhythmically inclined with my motion.

Anyway, it’s a long day and a long day is often compressed into a short day and the way that these things swing seems to indicate some sort of progression of time at a rate of one second of time per second of time, assuming that the measurement of time is based around this part of the great, grand thing we know as the universe.

Maybe I just need to get more time so as to be able to improve my ability to move like water and wind and go from there.

No; that’s not a good idea. I’m not even entertaining it. Done it far too many times.

Instead of all of that I should just move to my own groove and have disregard for a lack of flow and go from there. It shouldn’t matter; not too much, anyway. Still, I’d need to do something about avoiding the heat of the day and that’s not something I think I can do and so I don’t think I will do that, though maybe I will. Maybe I’ll be able to avoid the heat somehow. Maybe that will come through the power of ignoring it. After all, if I ignore it it can’t exist. That’s how these things work, right?

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:15:47

I wrote this before work started. It’s just more silliness but it was fun to write.

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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