This post is not meticulous word counting or agonizing over vocabulary. This post is not the perfect turn of phrase. It is not a metaphor. This post is the first thought. This post is the eschewing of editing. It is forward motion. It is wordplay strapped to the hood of the Oxford English Dictionary and turbo-charged by the timely release of pages chosen at random from the great canon of Western literature.
The steady click clack clack of the keyboard continues regardless of what is being typed. The words coagulate in pools of pixels strewn across your screen haphazardly. This post’s magic is lessened by autocorrect.
Print this post out and take it to the grocery store. The cashier won’t give you any discount and will look at you funny. Fold it up to make an airplane and throw it to China to visit the butterfly flapping its wings destructively.
