Very soon I need to do an assessment of sorts, followed by another assessment for a course that I will be dropping as there is no longer a feasibility for me to do the course, as it were.
I think that that’s enough serious writing for one day, so the rest of the writing will be a series of words strung together to have the illusion of sentences, but I don’t know when that will begin so we’ll have to waste some time before that begins in order to have the illusion of preparation floating about.
I think that that is the case, but the case is not here and therefore it must be in the hands of some other individual who is floating about out there, as opposed to here where the wall drilling is the soundtrack of the day and also the greatest hits classic rock radio station.
This must be how all great musicians are born.
Perhaps there will be some soft of sustenance on the noodle that carries us through the wind, known as a boson but not of the Higgs variety.
There is not telling as to where the ship will land but so long as the shop is shot, then shit.
This is not a soul solution toward the simmering sounds of Sunday’s servitude solemnly slinking south.
This is not a solution at all.
There will be some sort of thin, however, that will indeed allow and enable the able to enable the unable to always apply audible apples to altitude.
I don’t know where I’m going with this.
There is enough alliteration for one day, I think, so once more I must jump through the hops in order to impress my masters somehow, for they are watching from a distance, therefore they are not watching at all.
There is no sense in this nonsense. Or there is, but it must be read in another way in order to find the clay that saves the day and rhymes with hay and I’m running out of the things that I can think of, so very soon the steam will be gone and I’ll be faced with whatever lies behind the veil that sits in front of all of us.
I think that that is an appropriate thing to say, but then again I thought the last thing was an appropriate thing to say.
So long as I keep stretching and contorting the use of the language and coming up with the gibberish, then there will be things that cannot be reached upon without the upon-reaching that must be met in order to meet the meeting of all meetings…
You know, fishing is a peaceful process sometimes, but that does not mean that everyone should want to do it, for there are always other things that need to be considered when doing things that allow one to find peace.
Maybe I should just go and get some orange juice and head to class before it begins.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:15:06
Written at UNSW.