Unplanned WritingI'm just typing away without a pre-planned thought. I'm just tapping on a keyboard putting together random words to make a sentence. I'm writing words hoping somebody will like this abstract way of writing. Hell, I'm just hoping someone will read it. I'm writing random words trying to type something eloquent and all I'm doing is writing drivel. I'm writing this to sharpen my skills with words and sound educated but it is hard in a room filled with a cacophony of noises. This is probably pointless as with most things of my life but like the others, I have to keep pushing and hoping for the best. I have to have some hope and not be so cynical. I should be happier in life. I shouldn't be so easily annoyed. I should try to become better. I should try to be efficient at life. I should improve myself. I should stop with this repetition of the word should. I guess back to the random writing. I write to change up the art. I write to stimulate my mind. I write because I want to be a w
Minds racingRandom thoughts entering my mind like a bullet in Russian Roulette. Flashes of brilliance like light in a mine shaft. Writing is how I perfect my craft. I might not be the most creative on this site but I'm sharp as a tack and to insult my intelligence is a personal attack. These thoughts racing and they're swift as a river. They're definitely faster than a pizza delivered. Faster than a train, faster than a plane, so fast people think it's insane. The difference between my mind and a race car is that it can take more than one turn. One twist and others are lost. The complexity of my mind is so deep that the Marianas Trench is its only competition. I might sound arrogant but it is only with my mind. I look down at myself when it comes to looks and how I manage my time. That's irrelevant and The contents of my mind are unprecedented. My mind is racing faster than a jet and I hope a simple cliche doesn't ring true. That cliche is speed kills and if true, I'll soon be brain dead.