A Writers Tale

So, here I am typing away on my laptop. Keyboard! We meet AGAIN1 Fancy seeing you here. TYping about my character, ideas flowing tof course I was struggling to concentrare AND SO I CAme here to make sense out of the process but no I'm here I'm like a bee flying from flower to flower COLLECTING POLLIN A BEE HUMMINGBIRD My dad had a honey bee nest in his attic  how amazing is that? THe population of bees is on the incline. I thought I wa hearing some alien overlord communicating with me then.... gow stramgelK … This was yesterdays attempts at writing.... The pupose of this blog was to share my story into becoming an official writer and author that people know and respect. I wanted to share with you, what happens when you push through. My right foot was 20 degree pointing at 2 o clock when it should have been at 12... because of a botch job done on my leg after a motorbike accident I was involved in approximately 2 years ago. I had surgery on my right leg on ...

Ayesha sat up that evening in a state of complete relaxation. She couldn't get passed how peaceful she felt considering her life was none the different. She wished not to sleep because then she'd be wasting this very peace which currently consumed her body. She daren't not make any sudden unexpected changes. Her plan was simply to lie there with her favourite music on and sit in this inner peace she had created for herself, with the assistance of prescription drugs of course. Ayesha had quite frequently experienced this very real fear of death come on to her at times... well it wasn't really a fear, just more she had convinced herself of it's realness in her own mind. She felt like it was going to happen and everyone will have been warned but nobody had taken her seriously and that's just how it was in her head. But she was not at all fearful of it, she just wanted people she cared about to be ready in case it did happen. I know... that's pretty grim. ...

What if I were to tell you a tale, about a person who got too close to the truth?  Who began to see past the veil and as a consequence got forced back in line with a hot plated branding stick.  What if I told you that there exists a form of nano technology, which is sent off into our atmosphere disguised as pollen? and that the purpose of this nano technology was to begin to computerise the biological system of a human? That it enters into the ear and  attaches to the brain cells and then begins to upgrade every one of the cells if you are compatible? If you're incompatible to this nanotechnology then it just serves to kill you early in life and because of how limited the general populations intelligence is, nobody is open minded enough to accept that this is caused by such technology. Most people would deny the existence of such a technology, but it is very, very real. Replaced by robots? No... Just adapted and upgraded... the next stage of human evolution... we...

I have gone around in circles for so many years and here I am now in front of my laptop, eagerly anticipating the reality of being a writer but yet I feel little to no motivation to do anything. I'm agitated, I'm ugly, my insides turned to the darkest gooe at this realisation. Always wanting to be more but in my pursuit of such things becoming barely a blim, consumed by sin and defiant glimpses of a future I can only hope to achieve, wouldn't you believe that in life I'd have been more, more ambitious, more capable, more intuitive, more effable. Wouldn't you know, this egoic path holds little satisfaction, it only provides access to another mask. A mask of success and inner bliss when truly behind is an empty vessel who in attempting to fly, fell flat on her face under a spell, an utter disgrace.  A pursuit which began a pure pursuit, a quest for love and the pointless understanding of that which can not be understood by its very irrational nature... ...