Blank words. Sometimes,
you just want to write. Not for the heck of it, but scribble vague words or
formations that maybe appear like words. Then, not really care if it makes
sense. Sometimes, just shoot words on the paper - big small funny angry or useless.
( I like writing on paper rather than the laptop, just saying.) So put them
together, maybe because they seem good together, or maybe because you like your
handwriting on that bright sunny day. Or maybe because you just want to.
To
not make sense sometimes, is important. It breaks the monotony of rationality.
Writing about random musings or talking of castles made of hardened nutella,
perhaps. Trust me, it's a great relief from the hustle of logic. Do people feel
that a 24x7 logical routine would fetch them a Nobel? Well.
Frank Dale. That's how I want it.
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PS-
I hate the word random, though. It's exploited and beaten to death by everyone
I know, or you know. You know what I mean, right. Also, why on earth do four in
five people have a Facebook album called "Random". Okay, I'll stop
being cynical. Later.
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