Five-Hundred Word Challenge 462: Scaling Wall

Good morning and a scaling wall for a lizard of climbing ability to climb!

It is a day of fine times, or so it is said, but that is to be something that shall only be told through the grapevine, or so it is said and so on and so forth.

Climbing all the way to another tomorrow, but yesterday beckons with open arms and twists the things that do not immediately fave the race of the climbing that can be witnessed so long as you know which eye to open half of the way that is the usual distance, and verily so.

If there was another way to know what lies on the other side of the wall, then it is a falsity of the life that is lead with the lead in the ears and the concrete in one’s soul.

If only there were other ways to know what is there but not there.

A painter traces all that can be said and done, but the lizard climbing does not approve, oh no!

Who thinks that there will be something that will stand in the way?

It is a hard thing to tell on the morning of glorious times leading the clouds away to paint a sky as blue as the hearts of those that would be around to not witness the dawning of the morning and the passing of the night.

Perhaps there will be some sort of special twist in the festivities that will celebrate the temperature shifting by a few degrees more than usual.

Perhaps there will be no true way to see what lies ahead, but the only way to know for sure is to make sure that looking ahead is mandatory, for looking back will only lead to not seeing what is in front of us all and therefore you may hit the wall that the lizard is climbing and the painter is painting and the children are laughing at whilst the painter paints the painting with the paint that the children provided so that they can laugh at the wall that the painter is painting that the lizard is climbing that the people will hit if they do not look forward.

Perhaps it would help if they also put their fists away, as even if they were looking where they were going they’d hit the wall with their fists outstretched if they kept them raised

Then what would the lizard do?

It would probably do very little, for it is a lizard and more than likely… no… it would continue to climb the wall but it would probably climb faster as it would need to avoid the people that were about to hit the wall.

This may affect the painter, but at the moment there is little way to tell as the sun is rising and people are embracing the warmth that it is providing, but not for as long as they would like as soon the rains will carry it home.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:43:60

Most of the time when I write, I don’t know what will be the result.

This happens often when I start with an idea in mind.

I did not know how this was going to start or end.

Written at work.

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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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