It seems like I still have one more in me. Don’t know how or why, but I do and so it’s time for more abuse of the English language!

Don’t stop me now. Or do. I care not either way. I can still entertain myself. However, can you entertain yourself? That is not a question to ask here.

So anyway,. I think that when the rain falls up and I’m sitting on the maneuver scooter on my way to what sits where is not here, but rather somewhere over there, I have to make sure that I’ve got the right feeling coming across. There are acres upon acres of land to still feel sad about, and I’m one happy guy, or something.

What is this?

Err, I mean… So anyway, there was this fish and the fish was full of gibberish. It knew not where to eat, but rather how, and it followed its trout snout all the way home in order to rumble its rumbly tummy. To its friend, it said “Dear lord, I must so verily say unto you and unto thee, what a tee hee hee”, to which its friend responded with nothing more than abstract silence.

The fish, not knowing how to respond to this, inverted itself. Slowly its skin remained exactly the same as it was before, and no change was witnessed. However, now the fish was upside down. This was in contravention to the expected positioning, which was downside up. And that’s the way it goes sometimes.

And so the fish melted away and all was right with the world and there was nothing left to say. There was nothing left to experience. Everything was has now been and the land dissipated. It had other places to be, and its break was far from here. It needed to be seen working and what it was seen doing was gallivanting, by staying as still as possible and being as land as land could possibly be. However, this was all under the sea.

So anyway, that was all done and then where to from here? There was no one to know and no one to ask, and silence reigned bolts of violent terror across the land, hassled the babes, destroyed the churches and finally stole the pants of men, and men were not willing to stand for that, mostly because they were not comfortable not wearing pants. Silly men.

So anyway, not much of much else happened from there. You could say that there was more terror, but rather there was less terror. Terror on the plains and the fields of deception, and then there was peace. And everything went on like this for far too many hours. Far too many hours, and the ridges saw eyes grow upon them as people from a distance looked on.

Then, after all of this, the fish returned somehow and because the fish was a serous fish, everything went back to normal. Unprofessional behaviour is not desired, after all.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:26:13

Another nonsense bit of writing, and another that I enjoyed writing.

Written at home.