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The dark depths of deception rise within the black ocean of a man's heart, waiting for the day the oil and waste of society is wiped clean by the right woman, the choppy waters turned calm and sparkling blue by her charm and understanding. Very few of these oceans are lucky enough to find someone who cares but when they do, their waters shine brighter than any other substance in the whole of the universe.
These ideas, these thoughts, these words run though my head almost automatically as I tune out the click click click of the keyboard, focusing on the shuffle mode music playing in the background, passing the time by allowing my mind to flow freely, to come up with sentences as I go, a calming and relaxing activity one can do while bored and/or unable to sleep.
I should technically be in the tiny kitchen cleaning the dirty dishes from my family's meal times while glaring at the caked on remains of this morning's breakfast, annoyed that regardless of how many times I ask my Mother to rinse her dishes she neglects to even pour the milk out and then proceeds to yell at me when I simply ask her again to rinse them, but I feel no desire to go in that damnable tiny rectangle that passes as a pathetic excuse of a kitchen.
I've noticed something, when I allow my mind to connect the words freely as I am now, my sentences tend to be very long, something my old English teacher used to nag me about, even though the way I set up my sentences was usually correct so she couldn't give me a low grade for incredibly long sentences, such as this one that looks like it's supposed to be a paragraph all on it's own. Maybe that's just how my mind is, always stringing sentences together. A lot of sentences end in a poor manner in my opinion, it's like it's impossible to put all the proper information in one sentence or something, the way a lot of books are, with over 7 small sentences to describe one thing. If their books are published, one would think that the author would know how to properly describe something without having to make things seem choppy.
My mind is wondering from one topic to the next, switching back and forth to my growling stomach here and there reminding me that I should either go to bed soon or get something to eat.
So many stories are throwing themselves around in my head that it's hard to just relax and think of just one, and actually put thought into how to write the story out. I'd much rather stick to the way I write when I'm in such a mood as the one I'm in now. It'd be so much easier if people could actually understand my long sentences, though sadly the majority of people would get tired of reading a long sentence or get confused because they can't pay proper attention or hear the voice of my mind as I type these up and would stop reading, a real shame actually.
I really ought to finish my daily chores and get to bed if I have to go to my Grandma's tomorrow morning to see if she can fix that music box...I think it's previous owner over wound it or something..I suppose I'll just end this random entry here with a picture like I usually do.
 Fizzyology · Sat Mar 21, 2009 @ 08:19am · 2 Comments |
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