Alright, here we go, getting ready for what is ahead, but I’m in an awkward position and the only block around the block is the sphere in which I shall ride unto the majestic majesty of the horizon as the fish revolve around an orb that is not a sphere but still wholly mine and I know that if I look into my own eyes, there shall be someone staring back, but this is of course only a form of conjecture in which I shake and rumble and lead toward the grove of oranges whilst we retell all that is and was, but then again maybe I am only repeating myself in indistinct terms that I found by rummaging through the rubbish and looking for a new thing, but that new thing was not mine to find as the people in my area only throw out the old even though the old is still perfectly acceptable most of the time and not just some of the time, which makes me wonder as to how I shall be perceived when I reach an age known as old, because this is something that I cannot easily tell, as I am not currently old, although those around me would either agree or disagree, depending on their point of view which is something that I am not aware of as I cannot read minds, but if I was to be able to make myself aware of their points of view, which I am able to make myself aware of, then I would make myself aware via the process of pursuing this method of making myself aware, but I would of course need to make sure that I would be ready which is not something that is easy to do when your whole hat is held hostage by those that wish to harm hats in a way that suggests harm and violence, and many other a thing that is scary to those that seek the peace in our hearts unless the case is that the heart has been pierced and corrupted by the evils of the world that tease and tantalise us in horrible manners so long as we allow for these horrors to creep up to us in unconscionable ways as we are always caught off-guard, which is to say that our guard is down if only because we assume that it is up and become complacent in our actions and thus we end up in situations that we do not expect to end up in as they are always ones that are far more subtle and insidious than we could ever realise until we look at them in retrospect when we feign shock and outrage at something that we could have prevented, or at least that is what I am saying at the moment, but really this has gone on for far too long and I should end the sentence somewhere around here, lest it run for more words, thus extending the sentence.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:43:91
I’ve slowed down.
Hadn’t done one of these long, rambling sentences for a while and so I decided to do one and this was the result, as you can see.
Some parts I like. Some parts could be better. And so on.
Written at work.