Egad! There is no way to get the start started without knowing how the end ends.

And wherefore and all that other stuff, but it surely is the day of days and the rain falls and I feel like a spy with the little nook that I have that I can see out of into the wide, wide world out there. It surely is a concrete place, and the walls and the lights continue on endlessly into whatever world that there is within and without. Thankfully there are two party hats and one serious hat sitting on this desk, and I can choose to use all or neither to make sure that I get that good feel of the feeling good.

But there is only so much silence and there are only so many years and days and perhaps it is all reflected in the banality that is this life we know as life, and in knowing the knowing and doing the doing, there might not be much room for finding the clues. What are the clues, that you may ask about? Why, they’re the clues! They’re there and you see them or you don’t, but you need to make sure that you aren’t going for the throat. You need to make sure that the throat is going for you.

Where am I going with this? Oh, right: So anyway, onward! To the charging definition of the day that finds where I might not find and therefore and where art thou and verily so, and some such nonsense about how I twizzle myself into a shape formerly known as me and now known as you. I am you now, and you best know it… now.

But there are only so many hours and my hair is wet and I don’t like that, because it rained and I feel all jumbled inside and outside I am normal, or whatever passes for normal in a boring world, but my features are just a little too exaggerated or something, so I’m not really normal, but everything is normal except for how we treat others, because we treat others terribly because they aren’t like us, and perhaps we need to stop. Too many people persecuted for just being different. Too many people ostracised. Too many shitty people accepted because reasons.

But now I’m me again and I think about how I will bamboozle and wow an audience under exceptional duress, and if the words come clearly, then perhaps upon windows the sky will continue to drift in semicircular fashions, and then what? Then where will we go from here? Will we go there? Are there even answers that can be found upon the glint of the bay whilst the hill of grass finds the pavement of concrete? Will all looking inward moments really show that we’re just cosplaying as deep individuals? I don’t know, and I don’t dare to know, because if the veil is thrown back, then there’s nothing left to delusionally question!

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:20:21

This was really fun to write. Just went in, banged out the words, done. Silly (except for the part which was quite clear and serious) and just a load of fun to get out.

Written at work.