But of course and verily so that when it just so happened that as the door opened and led to a new experience, the old experience had had enough and thus decided that it was time to leave as the borscht wasn’t going to repudiate its own being and there just wasn’t enough gumption for the action dissatisfaction to spread all over the fibrous tube of spiraling away from the task at hand. However, there were some feet and a lot if explaining to do, but then again when it was in vogue explaining still wasn’t touched upon and so whoever the protagonist was decided that it was time to hightail and head to wherever it was that needed the bristling spines of the yawning earth expressing wakefulness in spite of a bleeding sun.
Wherever it was that led to the paths unknown was the best thing but there was no danger form the waves underneath. By underneath I mean at the cliffs that touched the ocean as the ocean kept on throwing itself against the continent, unyielding in its might and awesome power, but of course always able to be dragged back a little, if only for a few seconds, for the ocean had its own desires and they did not involve horses. Bit of a shame, really.
Now there needs to be the remembering that some journeys are perilous and this one may have been different, as there was little else going on other than the clutter of words twisting themselves into orders that made no sense as other words invaded the scenery and began to tease the polling car that could only wink on certain days so long as the hat in the man was able to remember that you knew the password involved some nods and no nods at all, but not necessarily in that order as there was a certain order that needed to be remembered. Only then could the occurrence that needed to happen would lead to the expression so fine and pure that the horns announcing the return of the sky to the ground would know that they whom suffer the longest are not necessarily the wisest, but also those who require some sort of care and comfort that leads to a release, though they may not receive that which they need.
Instead the many fish will visit in the perfunctory form of a doctor that functions as a poor disguise for a fish, for few fish go to medical school and far fewer can pull off the look of someone who is wearing a stereotypical doctor coat, but of course that is another matter for another discussion that shall not be visited upon here as soon the cracking will open and in sidestepping the event that quarrelsome worrier known as the equine inquisitor will doubtless wake up. Upon their waking, they will feel for their jar of hubris, find the omen of the crusted floral orange and thus proclaim “I’ve been hornswoggled!”
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 08:38:15
So I thought I was going to reach one thousand words, but apparently that was not to be on this fine evening.
Instead there’s only five-hundred words of whatever this is.
Written at home.