The Typed Flow of Consciousness.

I hate un-updated blogs. I know that it's barely been a week since I updated mine, but still I just feel like it's wrong to not keep taking time out to write for my readers (if any :P). 

So I had an exam today, and my head is heavy with sleep and my eyes are drooping and I can't stop thinking about Malthusian Theory and I just need to clear my head. 

Yes, this is one of my rants. 

I'm not the sort of person who can keep it all in, i.e. I have to figure some way to let thoughts out, because when I have too much to think about, my head explodes.

So, to prevent such explosions, I either blabber it all out on my (unfortunate) friends who are forced to listen. Or I make paintings like the one above. OR, I follow this tactic.

It's called... drumroll.... "The Typed Flow of Consciousness".

TADAAA!!!!! 

Okay, I know that sounds very lame/weird/nice, I just made that up right now. So, what is this typed flow thing, you ask? 

Well, it's very simple. It is an alleged effective way to clear your mind and make you stop thinking for sometime. Well, it works for me, I'm not sure it'll work for everyone. So basically, what you have to do is type it all out. It doesn't matter what you type, how you type, where you type, but just. keep. typing. Punctuation and spellings are unnecessary. The rules of the English language is totally N/A here. You type whatever you want to type, in whatever way you want to. Just make sure it flows out continuously, don't even stop to think, just type whatever you want, let your fingertips guide you.

Demo? Sure!

There weren't many who had the capability of flying in wingless dreams as if the touch of poison could wound the many thoughts and feelings you had when you were let down and disease floated like the influenza virus as the sun sweated cold blood that rained while you were wet and wandered in circles searching black holes to find those who were devoured by inhumanity and we claim it’s a democracy when humble minded nomads could only wish for the vein next to the heart as they are unloved in memories that make pain seem far away though when remembered they can’t be untrained with perseverance because they follow you around and dream with your darkest dreams that could not be fulfilled because this world is insanity coated and you happen to be the soulful depth. 

^Okay so. That was my demo. I know it's kind of nerdy and sounds slightly poetic, but maybe that's how my inner poet-ness figures a way out! Maybe yours will too.  IF you actually read it all, I'm sure you might be confused and slightly amused, but honestly, even I don't know what I've written. I like to assume that it is something deep. It was written a few days ago when I just needed to clear my head out. So when I re-read it recently, I tried to picture what I wrote. And...

My imagination is astounding, isn't it? You know it is.

And it's totally cool if you write something totally weird. I got one of my friends to do it too, and here's what she came up with:

My nose is blocked and I have a cold and that is very annoying and it is also annoying to not use punctuation are you annoyed by me in this world filled with raspberries and chocolate when all you want to do is sleep and punch a really fat monkye.  

Monkey*

Again, I'm not sure if it will work for everyone, but this most certainly works for me! I'm guessing it's the continuous, rhythmic sound of the keyboard, along with being able to make words, that makes the human mind feel some comfort. It also serves as a remedy for heavy-headed-ness. I'm so helpful, na? 

That's all. Have a nice, clear day :]