Five-Hundred Word Challenge 597: Build a Boulder

I got a bag of chips and no chips on my shoulder.

There is time to build a boulder.

There is no way in which I am going with this. There are other things to worry about at this juncture in time, consarnit!

Now, where was I?

Oh, that’s right. I am on the earth planet, which is the one we refer to as “the world”.

Well, now that I know where I am, it is time to open the lamb brisket, dive right in, and make sure that the way the tangerine splits its own esophagus is in a sedentary manner, so that as dripping falls upon the walls, I can see without necessarily using my eyes, but nose instead.

I can only think that this may lead to that which is not a diamond, but instead a hardened carp after many years of sanding and rebranding, so that the look is always as fresh as the fillet that it does not want to be.

Now, I need to proceed carefully. What if the door to the hatch is not the one that you need to nod to not once but three times after doing so once? I need to weigh up these carefully, as there is always a way and there is always a not way. All things to consider when you’re tearing through the skyline in the hopes that what you will receive is not that which is not what you want. I think.

All things considered, I need to know that I know what I need to know. If I don’t, then who knows as to what will be when there is little to not be. Of course, I could be a bee instead but I don’t know as to what this will lead to, of course. Or do I?

Who knows? Maybe someone should ask the characters that are behind me, as they twirl their cantankerous fires of oblivion into the nothingness that is what we all fear to embrace but embrace anyway, but don’t know we embrace, for if we knew we embraced it, then we would be struck with more fear and therefore consumed more and more by that which lurks in the lightest corners of our minds.

Maybe instead of all that I’ll just go tunneling into the clay and hope to find some sort of meaning within the silliness of it all. That would, of course be productive, as the need to find meaning is always out there, but it is not always something that we are able to find.

But of course, if we do find it, or anything at all for that matter, then we’d be in a position of discovery and thus there would be some sort of success, which is something that, depending on your position on things, may be something that you most verily desire, for there are rewards within discovery, even if it is something that you very much don’t want to discover some days.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 05:49:49

I wrote this yesterday and forgot to put it up.

It’s mostly nonsensical! I think.

Written at work.

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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