Five-Hundred Word Challenge 400: Sitting at Smiths Lake

So, it turns out that there is an internet connection here, which means that I’ll be able to be even more annoying than usual.

Actually, I’ll be just as annoying as usual.

So here I am, sitting here. I do a lot of sitting.

There are others. People are being social and I’m sitting here, writing about whatever I’m writing about.

Maybe I will go on some sort of journey… to the bathroom… at some stage.

Well, that settles it! I’m going to go onto an adventure to the bathroom.

It will be a porcelain odyssey.

There will be a lot of self-discovery, many events and many tragedies. There will be a way to a solution but only in the allure to get what I want out of the desire of selfish paranoia, will I truly reach a point where I can be described as a more humble person who can then live up to the image that I present to everyone outside of me, for this mask is to hide my insecurities and my paranoia.

There will be a grievous battle of most heinous behavior and who knows who the victor will be, for the outcome is not written in the stars and the message has not yet been cast from the stoned of the planet in which we all inhabit, and therefore there will be surprise, suspense and plenty of other things that lead to a great odyssey.

It will be forgotten for many a year until it is unearthed and then unveiled and then there will be things that I cannot comprehend that will occur and so on.

Perhaps there will be a conclusion so conclusive that the meaning and message will transcend the main issues with the text, leading to something that will reveal itself and peel back the mind as the rays of knowledge beam out into the expanding cosmos in order to glow the eyes and lead to carrots talking to themselves in some sort of reverse language whilst the sheep open the door to the tax accountant who can only taste borscht on a cliff of burning hedges.

Of course, when we examine the denouement, there are other things that we need to discuss when it comes to this porcelain odyssey.

However, these are things that can only be revealed upon further, and deeper examination as that is the only way to truly grasp the message of the follies of youthful hubris, but then again, perhaps that is not the thing in which we should be concerned, for there are other things that stretch out their tendrils when we are only doing some things and not other things.

Then again, perhaps I could think of something to write about and then get that out of the way, as Smiths Lake is a nice place to be at times, and it is nice to be among nature.

With that being said, I should also get food as it’s dinner time as of this writing.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 07:51:36

There were some people who read this after I finished writing and they thought it was great.

To quote: “Such good writing which directs to nothing”.

Written at Smiths Lake.

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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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