We are ready for an unforseen event that may or may not occur.

Designed, as it is, to outline practically nothing to nobody but myself, I should lay siege to normal grammar, my ability to spell and any tendency I may secretly harbour to make any sense. An abstract visual noise of words could grace the page: a copper lightning helix-cow surged its tongue into the mouse...makes sense. Perhaps I could just tell lies to myself to make myself look really cool to myself, but this would be pointless, as it would actually be the truth and no lie at all. So what is the point? (and why have this meta-discussion anyway? Given that it serves no purpose, but to articulate something I have already not decided upon and will not decide upon until the point comes where it has been decided upon without me). There is none, this much is clear. But I have not written anything of any note for a long while, other than comments along the lines of:

"See me"

"Excellent use of alliteration."

"Why have you drawn a rabbit smoking a carrot?"

So a bit of brain employment will certainly do me a bit of good, as I have clearly become a bit of mong recently. The theme will be rather scattershot and is more than likely to concentrate on things that are inconsequential and monumentally ridiculous. Mainly my own infantile idiocy, I suspect. And with 224 words gone with nothing whatsoever of note said, the theme is set.