What to write when you nothing to talk about. Another series of mindless thoughts that I am going to attempt to note down because sometimes the mind is fast than the hands and when I read it later I am found with lots of mindless thinking that does evolve into anything else useful. As useful as a ho you would move around the head to stir the mind into action. Where does one begin when you are left wanting to write but the ideas just keep disappearing as fast as a rabbit about to dodge aa bear using it as its toilet wipe. Their fur so white and clean they are ideal wipes, so thought the offending bear. Now that I have come out with something we are left with what to do to increase the topic that's popped out of the head. Well for starters the rabbit was not an innocent bystander to begin with. The little fucker was there trying to steal the bears breakfast, berries, they were attempting to sneak past the bear. The bear at that time had just eaten a fill of the berries and was now experiencing its ill effect. The berries were not edible, in fact they gave anyone who ate them a bad case of the runs, the bear was about to run to do their business in the bush, the rabbit came into their sight. Now why am I writing about this rabbit when I have other things on my mind. Well its all a mindless writing post anyway so, the bear had a quick thought to the rabbit and they understood right then, the bear with their runs needed something to help it get clean after. So the chase was on. This is where we are not, we find no innocent bystanders and stepping into the shit in the middle of the act will lead everyone to think there was an innocent victim in this mindless story.
That my friend is how you start to write. You just get your hand son the keyboard and let it run free like berry eating bears.
Life is so surprising. I have not had any plans to be in this point of time where my work lead me to here at the now.
At the end of the day my hands work, while the rest of humanity lurk, in the shadow of something grand. - Another mindless idea, fizzling as quickly as they exit the head onto the screen.
You may be wondering how come I am still here reading this? I ask the same question myself...
It's as large as what you would consider a good band, of men forming into a brotherhood .
Well, its come to an end my friend. The pages are all written. The thoughts jotted into coherent sentences. The piece is done. When you have nothing to write. Just write.
Thanks for your time. What could I have improved?
Now some pictures because I say, why not.
