Experiment

Abdul Mateen's idea.

Lets play a game. Write, write anything that goes through your head, pausing not to gather thoughts but instead letting your fingers channel your thoughts straight onto your keyboard. Release your brain-finger filters and forget beautifying any piece of writing that escapes you for the next few minutes. Just write whatever it is you are thinking about. I've already started, no pauses, no breaks just unfiltered typing about anything and everything. Trying to string a coherent thought process uninterruptedly is quite a tricky thing, we all have thoughts that flow through our minds, most of which coherent yet somewhere between thinking about lunch or dinner, your mind manages to break a single thought and implant one more there. Like thinking about how to get to uni today, but halfway through thinking about the route your going to take, you begin to wonder who will be there, is it going to rain today, why can't i always get what i want, i hate that person, i wish i could go to Japan. it goes on and on. The wandering mind is a playground, as wide as your own imagination makes it. Which lead me to this decision to partake in this experiment. Does everyones mind work the same? Are our thought processes similar? Do we all think about love, hate, happiness, sadness, and everything on the opposite ends of a spectrum? or are there people who just think linearly in ways which would bore the hell out of me. Is thinking about one thing really thinking about one thing? Im sure your thoughts can be interrupted by your own thoughts. So join me, i hope at least people will partake in this. Just type whatever it is that comes into your mind, no pauses. Spellcheck at the end dammit. Do not break the flow, just roll with it, and lets see how our thought processes function.

Man my stomach's all weird and queasy. Must've been something I ate, or didn't eat. I can't tell especially since i just gorged down 3 different types of rice. We were late coming home again, Usman dropped me off. Stupid jam. It really threw my tummy off. I could go own talking about my tummy. Funny isn't it? Or not really. I don't think I'm very funny. Or I could be, all a matter of perspective I guess. Now Shimmy, that's a funny guy. He'll make you laugh so hard and this is the part where I insert a metaphor but before I could think of one I wrote that instead. Metaphors. They're shameful. That's a fantastic song, Shameful Metaphors by Chevelle. Their lyrics are so cryptic but I think that one makes a little more sense. More sense then the title does anyways. I feel fine. My tummy is settling. I wan't coffee. With some spekuloos. Google it. It's an awesome biscuit. This rant is filled with food, I guess it's influenced by the time at which I'm writing this. I believe this sorta resonates together with the "running with the referent" class exercise we did for WRT one or two weeks back. Is it wrong or against the rules to correct my grammar? Okay the phone's ringing.