Today’s post is going to be a bit awkward. It’s parts of the two morning pages I wrote just this morning and that I found pleasant to write. There is no purpose or clear story but it shows how weird my mind can flow if I let it associate and do it’s thing without any restrictions, maybe some fun images will spring into your mind and give you some inspiration.

I put in links that made me think of specific things you could go check out. Oh and just because there is two times the same word linked doesn’t mean it’s the same link.

Twinkle breakfast dreaming sunset. Craving caving braving bathing seething stool. Pool. table billard. Billiard Billion Milliard Million. Trillion Quintillion. Octillion, frenzy Feynman technique. Image creation crafting paper dalmatians in salvation army crenelations of sinew fortifications.

Of all creativity, imagination is the best tool at your disposal. Free singing and gift giving. Care giving and wish singing birds in the green blue horizon of summerset hall to christen a baby of Tringamur Djin in flyby mode after jetlag space. These words of randomness, association, sounds, are pleasing to write and hopefully pleasing to read. Sing a song, sing along in your tong with your tongue and tang around while we dance the hell out of yee all. Pang yang and ying jingle in the jungle of my mind. In the jumble of my mind there’s a jungle jingling just like that. Can you hear it?

A soft roll of Rs ruffling rosey red rafters right, loosely lit lightbulbs left, while whistling white wayward women on writing stories. Rub a dub step in rosemary glasses, chicken ’em in twinkles of dingo crap flowers. In these melodies I hear in my mind that seem to flow forward onto the pressed paper through my straight stylus. Sylvie Sylvia a forest of trees, a forest of thoughts in a forest of people. Purple paper people pressed in paper places of patterned candle chandeliers and chocolate interspaces.