I'm not feeling the words but I have to write, at minimum, a thousand of them, which if is all I wrote, would be afail and isn't going to happen as I am going to find the enthusiam as I usually do.
And Poetry and Story will show up as well.
Even if they don't show up this morning.
I will carry the load
If that is what you need
For I am ready
To let the words flow
As you know
How I'm feeling
And what that feeling is inspiring indeed
So go and relax
If that's what you need to do
Though Story can't be here
Not yet at least
He's sure to be a beast
This afternoon
Which is coming soon
Now I'll admit
That the harvest's shit
This good morning
Which isn't good
Because of that
But we're sure to be better
By the end tonight
Where we'll come to write
Two thousand words or more
Emphasis on the latter
That sounds good Poetry, but again, you're never one to carry the load. You're the dressing on the salad that is me and Story, who's yet to be here, but like you, I know that he'll be here this afternoon and night.
I've got the enthusiasm back
Thanks
What's that Story? The narrator's name is Naathys? That's cool. I shouldn't be saying anything about a bad is cool? I admit, I'm inclined to agree with you.
I'm a root for the hero myself.
But cool is cool.
And yeah, I believe in my brothers.
Naathrokodith.
Again?
We have to stop travelling through time like that.
But we're not complaining as far as keeping up with the harvesting.
And Poetry's here already.
You Poetry? You Poetry? It's us.
Oh, they wouldn't have understood the whole us thing so you decided to steal the creit when it's all of us who drive the bus that fits inside the man.
They understand that.
But aside form that stealing of the credit and not assigning any blame for the inciting incident, it was another good job.
Only we're up against the time crunch as we have to leave before we have to leave for the grocery run because it's Saturday which means Hamburgers.
And with any luck it's going to be beef like last week. Now if I can remember to buy a tomato this week, that will be all the better.
I sneezed
Sometimes I swear when I sneeze. This was one of them, not that it was an angry one.
We took the man out last night after the Vegas Golden Knights eliminated the Vancouver Canucks in Seven games after having a 3 Games to 1 lead where the Canucks looked overmatched in all but the one game they won before Thatcher Demko emerged and looked read to to advance to the 3rd round.
He was bothered by that loss and needed to go out.
Though as soon as he was, he feeling the empty and wanting to be back home.
But he was out for a couple of hours so he didn't feel that empty.
Yeah, Poetry's right again, this is awkward as swear when we write using us and talk about the man we serve.
Some people will scratch their heads over this.
Not the man's subscribers though.
Do I have to just say I?
Well, if I'm not going to write I should get us ready to make it to the Grocery store for the hamburgers tonight as Game 7 between the Islanders and the Flyers begins at 7:30 when I should be writing with the game on, though I'm sure Poetry and Story will be available for writing which will allow me to watch the game.
I can only hope the good islanders show up and not the ones that have lost three games in overtime.
Go Islanders go!
Yes, Trumpers once enjoyed 80's cartoons.
Ugh.
I'm not obliged to follow anyone I choose not to follow thankfully and I don't want that noise.
Uh, it's the end of the page and the hour is nearly up too.
Naathrakodith
I'm here to write, but I don't know how much I'm going to write as once again, the urge to do this thing is loweven I totally support the master with his grand ambition to write a million+ words this year.
I'm not sure if either Poetry or Story are up to carry the load in the final quarter.
Though there's always something for Story to write whether it's new or not.
And I think the ship sailed on our writing a goodly number of words tonight as the Islanders whupped the Flyers and won by a score of 4-0 as they overcame the suck of the last two games and won with ease.
Though some of that is due to the Flyers being their least.
Still, they they went 7 and 5 in the playoffs which is better than the 2 and 4 of the Habs.
Besides going to the Flyers' page is a dick move.
And our boss has a friend who roots for them anyway.
Wow, I really dogged it since I started to write.
And I don't think Poetry and Strory are going to show either.
Also, there's drawing to do still.
Bood thing we've already guaranteed the 20,000 word week.
But not the 25,000 worder.
Swear.
Though all I need to do is harvest two fields tomorrow and five fields on Monday, minuts whatever I harvest before this night ends and I will have my 25,000 word week so I ain't done yet, I just made it a little harder is all.
Of course, without my brothers Poetry and Story I wouldn't have been able to do it so easily, even if they'reabsent tonight, I won't fault them for that.
Oh no no
It ain't so
I was just delayed
I'm here for the writing
Though it won't be exciting
Like what I was thinking of
In the fields of love
And lustings for
Which we all know well
It will be good enough
For me to say
A swearful eh
Just because because I can
Wait, that's it?
Sorry brother, but that's awfully short.
Now that's what I was hoping to get from you Poetry.
I'd stay to chastise my dear brother but the drawings are calling.
Naathrakodith.