Ways that the work load whirls the wily wind chimes of the brain wit. Whilst the whistle waits to wind up the winter cogs that whip the wet wombats what wanly wander to and fro. Difficult to read? Watch what happens when we add a multitude of metaphorical imagery with onomatopoeic sounds along with the ridiculous level of alliteration. I scream 'No' let alone you.
I class this as aspiration. We want so much, yet really the possibilities at one given time are not so great. Project after project may turn up and keep the insane happy, like what in general it does for myself. (Not that I am insane, but certainly can look or sound that way when I talk to people about what I do). Never enough and then I aim for the next star, recently seen a science programme on BBC2 so I shall reference for those doing exams - it might help (doubt it), like a supernova explosion. 'I see the light' but so do a shed load of others. Lined up like gnomes in a mixed metaphor all aspiring to find a joyful moment that will see them through to actually reeling in the fake fish from the pond.
Sensational streams of light shoot through the cosmos brightening up the sky, brightening up those dullen lives. Ideas. Imagination that is let loose can be a wondrous while which only needs someone, anyone to say 'I do'. Be it mixed and unclear or married into another companion of marginally suitable company. Clarity comes with time and detail and perhaps the lose of some smiles of interpretation. Playful shaping of un-intellectual language forcing more crazed ornamental words that cover the truth. Second the thought and who knows what will happen, aspire to have the time. Yell out for the detail. Panic about what may be and you'll leave the vellum of chance.
Set up for the trepidation of overloading the mirage of tropical flotation devices soon become too much. Stop. Let me think. Hang on. Stay still. Got it? Makes no sense. How can a flotation device be tropical? Quite right. Whilst we weave through the weeds of words that whiffle what we mean, then soon the answer comes. Aha, whilst I was thinking about breakfast I now see that all my aspiration that gave me uncertainty and overloading thought patterns can be less troublesome than thought. Imagine my surprise as I relax into a nice light sleep (after breakfast) and realise that risk a little gain a lot. Waffle a little and you got supper. (What is supper anyway?)
In all the stars that gnomes do see it marries together the thoughts of ancient philosophers and the yet to make sense and says why not! It can be true till otherwise proven. Theories, conspiracies, realities; all the possibilities are endless if you want them to be. Work on the smiling project and let loose the others. Many or few, whatever is for you. Sail through even if its not new.
Although this might be exploration and explanation of an extrapolation it really lacks the sense of mitigation. (Stay sane with the fact we both feel the urge for clarification, but now lets allow for interpretation).
