A decision has been made to make the education succinct. It's better to try than to not, so neurons will be studied in quick order. I will work to be like the cord, efficient and wired

It's healthy to dig deep and pull up heaps of iron every once in a while, good for the soul. Bonds are strengthened and pondered in the dark while the beat of the pick echoes into nothing

There are many paths to go on. Who can choose between the artillery, priest, or thematic warriors. We dabble one at a time until the tale is complete, but that is eons away

Senses are dulled but the mind still races, faster than normal. Towels are man's best friend, coming to his aid in instances of high lux and decibel levels. When correctly applied it induces a state of higher consciousness and focus

Miasma is bound to strike again soon. Peppermint will be on patrol this time to ward off the wall but we can only hope it stays clear of the central canal. That's where the nodes of white are

The witch was so underwhelming, it was only a fallen camera and some sticks. No cauldron, no broom, nothing. No scares to be had at all. The rocks were freaky, but only if you're not well equipped

A story of generals must be told but the way it unfolds is a mystery to all that comprehend the matter. I could sleep on it but nay, that would be absurd, I have gold at my fingertips and I just need to grab

What in the world, I've been stuck listening to this wall talk for an hour now and it's not budging. I can't hold A or B to skip either, this is my fate for the afternoon. What a shame

I'm trapped by my own comfort in this cell of blue. Soon I will break free and be restored to my rightful status of Whimser. Too many don't take that title seriously but it's not something to scoff at

The troll stole my evening, where once was to be ink and quill turned into straining eyes by harsh candlelight. I played the game right and chose all the right dialogue options, I'm in deep now

After discovering the stride I have a newfound respect for the left hand. Effortless jumps with no eyes is a monumental achievement brought on by decades of discipline. One can only hope to reach the park one day

Cartography takes on a whole new meaning when the map is shaping things. Mountains tower and fall and rivers crash through the landscape, giving rise to new valleys in which civilizations can prosper. A lot of work needs to be done, plate techtonics will be studied and implemented soon

Baselines hit and hit, they smack on new ears. Dust is blowing away, as is the calcification, shock waves are carving the tympanies anew. The whole of the album is completed and rising from the dirt is a new, delirious, fan

It's an effort to halt the flow of time, to hold onto this day we have and not pass into tomorrow. We grind the stream to a standstill and waltz through the annals of a world at rest

Ecosystems are rapidly changing a new regime of energy and fauna. Enough fuel is provided for sustenance that turnover is at an all-time high and trade routes are at a stand still. We'll just to wait for the borealis to cease

Wind blows in different directions, taking the miasma further south and north and every which way. We can't decipher the source but we can definitely determine the ingredients in this odor. It seems someone's mildew collection has been running amok trying to make a name for itself

I've been inspired by a program of past visions, it's weaves its way into my life like it has always been there, seeping into the very core of my being and morphing my past self. I wore scrubs today

Nothing was needed, a lot. It helped to pick up where we left off least time the leaves fell, this time with a newfound respect for the bits. It was worth investing in unchanging concepts, familiarity is key

I thought things were going well until I was hit by the richi, ippatsu, four kita, pure straight, closed, red dragon, half flush, dealer seat, for a sanbaimon. Close to counted yakumon. 36,000 points gone and my time at that table ended

Soon I will take to the skies in my gray chariot to hone my craft of aerial superiority. The wait has been long and expenses large but it'll be worth it when I'm remembered as an ace of this era

We're back on the train of trains, huge tankers rolling through the new grass, grass that doesn't know war yet. Our former glory leaves destruction in its wake, unwavering at the quakes of time

Moons shine bright as I need a new hobby. They shall illuminate my path to circuitry and the fifths. I'm disgusted by the display of self indulgence, the granola will need time to recuperate

So many avenues to go down and explore and grow and none of them are being watered. A glove will soon accentuate the power lines of progress. When that time comes the mid-cortex will grow

Not quite sure how, but a searing pain is being shot along with the arrow head, all leading to the place where it is most effective. A rendezvous with goats could prove must useful in this time of need

Butter pies are a way to measure maximal distance from the periscope to bow, not subtracting that main expanse of convavity. A classic fact this is, one stretching back to the days of chirping and couch slumber

So much was going on that the killer ended up getting away from the sheet absurdity of it all. It's always disappointing when an ending is nought, but at least a classic has been checked

Soon I'll be able to run along the bridge of colors once shredded, this time with a newfound perspective full of strums and humming. Three quarts of lemon oil are needed for the transference but I think the doc would get by with less

It's taken a long time to crawl out of this sky scraper. I'm starting to think it was part of an old energy crisis project that was taken over by ghouls and behemoths. Somehow it gets worse towards the bottom floor, but luckily I was born scraping the sky

The big man himself needed me to restrain a golem that was blocking the main neural pathway. It was too big and clunky to be brought down so I just had to lure it around with some funny dances and fig bars

Balloons hang on the horizon carrying the gardens of families escaping the scorched ground. Their sails are powered by the sun and the coondensation catchers work at night to sustain the plants. The brazen leap from vessel to vessel to distract from their breezy chains

So many thoughts are going on at once that an instant is stretched into infinite decimals. There more in-betweens than there are moments and our brains cannot fathom this information enough for it to matter

I'm so close to market hopping and buying a new wave grindulator. I just want to bust some chops and shred some gnar in the winner's sector again. The race doesn't start until I reach the finish line

Too many pop up ads are on the wrinkles this week and people won't stop making fun of the monitor. They're scared because it's big but I know it's just had a lot of time in the garage. It only poses a threat to muscle knots and headaches

The plan was to spend time crafting a mark to be left on the color scape. Instead an evening of banter and quality was had. This year has been a fugue of activities with each a little more meaningful than the last

I heavily underestimate the power of 7.83 and it's taking me down for the moment. I can't open my eyes and my limbs feel heavy, yet I must drag myself through the day to mend spirits and broken snapbacks

I'm being surrounded by feral rodents. Normally I'm not concerned about a gathering of vermin but this time they're powered by magnets and radiation of a new order. Who knows where their biology has gone, it needs to be studied in order to be quelled

I keep attempting to fall from the clouds and sweep up in a nasty, gnarly shred sesh but I'm stopped by the frail reality of this fleshy body. It cannot handle the speed at which I need to make this jump but we'll make do with the times

In place of the train tracks of another, I shove in my own skids and scrapes to help them cope with sudden lock out syndrome. He doesn't know when the maid will come but he knows it's before dawn

The departure wasn't as bad as normal, the orangutan was very soothing for the lemming in question. No real complaints, it even would want to hop on the balance beam of its own accord. Bubbles saved the day but that's par for the course

I can't wait for the evening drive to extend into into the fall colors of past ventures. Cookies will be waiting for me at the end of my journey, accompanied by soft trumpets and light rain

A wonder in the woods stares back at us while we try to comprehend the methods of which my acquaintance's arm was taken. It's gone, but no mess which is convenient. It stares and tries to do a little jig to ease the tension. Nice try

A couple yellow enzymes were administered during the lunch break and and that's all I needed to renew my spirit. I was zipping around looking for people to zap but the only one that needed me wasn't a conductor

I have a bunch of new boxes for all of my thoughts and constructs. The cerebral label maker has yet to arrive so I'll be stuck with collages of a lifetime for now. Maybe I could even pick theme songs too

Our local cartographer has taken place in the annual Quintumvirate's polygon jubilee. He placed quite well, fighting for his angel of bronze in the stands. His chances with her have increased sevenfold since last half moons, but he still has a way to go before he can call her a true deuteragonist

Circuits replace the brain every now and then but it's not often that one can replace the heart of a quantum man. His nucleus is both wisps and solid, existing in and out of reality while we watch him bounce between arctic homes

I need to make sure the dwelling of a fellow brawl enthusiast doesn't catch a stray from the feral sporophyte. It somehow is functional with little to no outside nutrients and I do not understand, but that's okay

I need more sugar to feed the bacteria on my belt. Should I fall on the battlefield they will be essential to my ongoing battle with a certain detached consciousness, I'm not sure if I've stored up enough probability to deal with it on my own should if they run hungry

I got word from the local goat farmer they're gonna bring me potatoes on rye in the morning before they have a chance to feed the waking beast. Hopefully he doesn't mind my acquisition of the spuds but I can't resist a sweet morning tuber

The bugs speak to me again, I hear the waltz they're attempting to make. It sounds basic because they know little music theory, but I'm not a composer either so I'm not a huge help. I'm usually just the timpani guy

All of these darn bulbs are getting in the way of true progress, it's hard to put pen to paper now but soon that gate will be opened and the prose will spill out without ceasing. All that's left is to unclog the pipes of old Rome, the ducts have been inactive for too long