I was just thinking, there are absolutely no new thoughts or ideas, even me saying this is so old it's boring. I mean where could this go? I can't get all moody and depressed, been done. I can't get all deep and artistic, so been done. There is absolutely no new way for me to express the way I'm feeling right now.
Except to say that there's an ant on my laptop. And I can't help but wonder what he's doing here?
Every single word or thought, that I'm thinking, which might seem so unique, is not. In any way. This is making me quite depressed. Quite repeatedly so.
So what's left? How are we supposed to continue feeling smart and funny and yes, enjoyed and sometimes a little superior? In a completely down to earth and humble way of course. I guess that's how I figured out it's very close to the end of the world.
Makes sense, doesn't it?
Think about it. You know how sometimes you see someone in the shop or on the street and you think my word that person looks familiar, it kind of looks like my friend Sarah, and then later that afternoon when you see Sarah, you're telling her all about the girl you saw who looked exactly like her, just a little uglier. You never tell someone you saw the better looking version of them...
And this is just here, in our town, our city, our country. There is nothing to tell us that the exact same thing is not happening in some absurd country a million miles away, or in Witbank...
So what happened, did God actually get a little stumped. I mean how many unique looks was He supposed to come up with. So I guess it kind of makes sense that the closer He's getting to closing shop, He's just saying: "Oh what the heck, how bout we put a little B Eyes with K Hair... What do you mean we've just done that one? Are you sure? Well just put this one in Australia, I'm sure they won't run into each other. What do you mean am I sure, of course I'm sure. I'm God!
The same goes with our thoughts and words and means of expressing ourselves. There couldn't possibly be one more new and unique creative idea out there? I think even all the boring combinations, which could actually be interesting, have been used up. Somehow I just don't think Peanut Butter and meat is going to take off anytime soon. So what is left, except being called crazy for trying different things, just for the sake of being different if you'll never get any acclaim for it. I mean who will really talk, for years to come, about the guy who invented the Spife, yip, the spoon which is also a knife... Some things just don't work.
So where does that leave us?
I guess we continue writing our repeated words, structured in a repeated order, and hope that at least you're the only person in that particular moment at that particular point in time, who is thinking those particular... oops, to late, someone caught up.
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