an experiment
beat
A writer, to try and avoid the block which we always experience must write everything he or she thinks, must always attempt to avoid stopping the motion of the flow of ideas for any reason - punctuation and usage of useless words is not what? Cannot be thought of properly ... you lose the flow somewhat partway through and then the keyboard slows down and you think maybe you've made a maistake and you have to stop typing while the screen catches up with the frantic thoughts pouring forth from your mind as you ruminate speculate lose control of anything or everything simply writing in one big, fat long overweight sentence and, hen, just when you think that you're going to burst you hear someone from the back section collapse and everything starts all over again, the train of thought is beginning anew and you keep typing and then your word processor malfunctions and your fingers lose it and your mind follows them down THAT winding road and then suddenly it all comes flowing back to you and you're back on that fable train of thought and you know where its goin', or so you think redundandtly and the conductor is wearing a big big black hat and you're so lost and everything you once knew is wrong and suddenly you're using synonyms to say what you mean and you've lost it and it's back to grade three with you. But then you get up and you want to see if your mother has returned (she wouldn't understand) and you want to not interrupt the flow but you're not quite sure of what to say, whinding (with an h), twisting towards whateveritis you mean and you're lost and falling and nothing can pick you up except some faint glimmer of a thought that appears in your mind and your keeys are jumping and floating and your fingers are a blur across twenty-six blueish plastic squares that have no arbitrary function; or actually they so do and am I just confused and using random words . Jack Kerouac taught me that I should keep writing and not revise except in case of obvious spelling errors, but what if they are actually intentional? What if, like Freud said, there are no acdcidents? maybe accidents makes a better point when there's an acdc at the front and maybe you don't have to have your cake to eat it, maybe you can take someone else's cake and then when the orgasmic urge is built up and you think you're just going to explode with creativity -- eek! -- i'm back off the train, in the ditch, sucking up coal dust.
beat
A writer, to try and avoid the block which we always experience must write everything he or she thinks, must always attempt to avoid stopping the motion of the flow of ideas for any reason - punctuation and usage of useless words is not what? Cannot be thought of properly ... you lose the flow somewhat partway through and then the keyboard slows down and you think maybe you've made a maistake and you have to stop typing while the screen catches up with the frantic thoughts pouring forth from your mind as you ruminate speculate lose control of anything or everything simply writing in one big, fat long overweight sentence and, hen, just when you think that you're going to burst you hear someone from the back section collapse and everything starts all over again, the train of thought is beginning anew and you keep typing and then your word processor malfunctions and your fingers lose it and your mind follows them down THAT winding road and then suddenly it all comes flowing back to you and you're back on that fable train of thought and you know where its goin', or so you think redundandtly and the conductor is wearing a big big black hat and you're so lost and everything you once knew is wrong and suddenly you're using synonyms to say what you mean and you've lost it and it's back to grade three with you. But then you get up and you want to see if your mother has returned (she wouldn't understand) and you want to not interrupt the flow but you're not quite sure of what to say, whinding (with an h), twisting towards whateveritis you mean and you're lost and falling and nothing can pick you up except some faint glimmer of a thought that appears in your mind and your keeys are jumping and floating and your fingers are a blur across twenty-six blueish plastic squares that have no arbitrary function; or actually they so do and am I just confused and using random words . Jack Kerouac taught me that I should keep writing and not revise except in case of obvious spelling errors, but what if they are actually intentional? What if, like Freud said, there are no acdcidents? maybe accidents makes a better point when there's an acdc at the front and maybe you don't have to have your cake to eat it, maybe you can take someone else's cake and then when the orgasmic urge is built up and you think you're just going to explode with creativity -- eek! -- i'm back off the train, in the ditch, sucking up coal dust.
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8:06 PM
