don't look back. don't read. it'll escape, the feeling will vanish, you can't have that. don't think, don't fix, don't despair over mis-types and errors of the tiniest sort. just type. just create, do not tinker, just make.

this is raw, this is me, when I sit down to write and it is not forced. I do not search for synonyms or rhymes or definitions or quotes. it is me, prior knowledge, or perhaps knowledge in the making. I feel as though in times like this, when the inspired creator, the artist, cannot stop the onslaught of their creating, the greatest, most absurd yet most original masterpieces are first penned. perhaps this is yet another. I only wish I had it in me to become a creator of such caliber. I too want dozens of quotes under my name, each I can be proud of to no abound. "that is sensible" I will say "that was said in a moment light was shed upon a new form of life; an idea, a creature fashioned out of the mind"

deep breath. it's still coming. do not stop, you are in a race against time now. the sense is yelling to cease, cease this madness! at this rate you might never leave this, you may never rise from the trance, this strange enchantment, you will not live your life and achieve your goals. my goals, that are so important to me, that must somehow incorporate every single one of my hobbies. sometimes I wonder if any of those hobbies were artificially inserted by myself. are they still hobbies? I'm not sure.

calm down. close your eyes, deep breath. it is leaving you now, do you feel it? there is a smell of cooking eggs in the air. ahhh, conversation of food. it is certainly time to end. I wonder what'll be like reading over this jargon another time, in another world, one of free this odd experience.

i'd love to get used to this.