roguemind

Wow. Where did my creativity go. An hour ago i could have written for hours. Now my mind is blank. My mind is empty. Yes that is a scene right? And empty mind. An empty mind with a thought walking around explore the vastness of it. Some how despite the contradiction of an empty mind having anything inside of it there is this one thought walking around in the black. The thoughts name is Bob. Bob is a complex thought. Sometimes there is fear and nervousness. But mostly there is a deep yearning for purpose. I mean what else would a lonely thought trapped in contradictory world want? It would want a reason for being there. Thats what it would want. And that is what bob wanted. What bob did not know was that despite the apparent absurdity of his existence there was more to the world. This thought called bob was actually the mind of a human being. Human, in case you don't know, are absurd creatures in there own right. All day long they are moving and doing and getting things done. And to what end? To die. That is the end of the human body. They die and are buried and worms eat them. Most people obsess about what will happen to Bob when they day. They obsess to the point where they create books and stories and procedures and guides all dedicated to the best way to treat and feed Bob. How absurd. I say fuck Bob. He is going to do what ever he wants when I die. Maybe he turns into a tree? Maybe he feeds the flying spaghetti monster? Who cares? Humans are stupid. They need to pay more attention to the present and less attention to Bob. They need to think about their lives and their kids. Not about bob. They have no control of what happens to Bob.
I guess this is not really a story. I'm not really sure what this is.
How random.