2016-01-13T15:39:54Z — Brown.  A combination of red, yellow, and black.  Was 
looking too orange-red.  Switched the color profile on the center monitor.  
It's at that crucial, critical time of day and attention where there is the 
possibility to do anything.  Exciting!  Put some music on play.  There.  
Remember that today the website for the bridal shop needs to be worked on.  
Promise myself to do this after finishing writing here.  It's working.  

Too constricting to try and decide what not to write, so just write.  Stupid 
words like "just" should be removed, but it is an impediment to writing to 
think not to write them.  Now that they are the subject of writing, they 
cannot be removed without modifying the content.  Look at these words 
highlighted.  It was not long ago that the vim color scheme related to 
highlighted words on the spellchecker were modified to not use the theme.  
Instead, the colors are reversed.  The colors are currently red on black with 
blue tildes marking the end of the file.  The incorrectly typed words are 
highlighted with a red background and a black foreground, instead sometimes 
being highlighted an at others being italicised.  Desire to further improve 
the script that adds autocorrections.  It is now using an input menu that 
appears at the command line; the bottommost line in vim, same as the status 
bar.  This could instead be a popup menu that appears like the omnicomplete 
menu.  Give a choice of which word to use as the correction.  It is seldom 
anything but the first choice, the second choice being one typed carefully.  
The better way would avoid needing to move the eyes to the bottom of the 
screen each time a word is corrected.  The improvements of the past to bring 
it to the present state now become the status quo; this is intentional.  Each 
level of improvement is seen as a great advancement indeed, but only for some 
time.  Then, the desire to further improve it sets in.  The intention to make 
any modifications matures, and a new concept for improvement is born.  The 
idea is dismissed, as other related ideas are anticipated.  At a final moment, 
the slight uncertainty falls away and the implementation is clear in the mind.  
The idea is then implemented without delay, without significant interruption.  
Today is not that day.  The idea needs more time, but the discontent is plain 
to see.  These notes are not regularly split into paragraphs unless being 
transcribed from another source.  It was done here for whatever reason.  What 
is going to be done next?  No question about it.  Think of a subject to be 
discussed and do so.  The intent to make another aliased command to change the 
font color to brown occurred moments ago, not while typing this sentence, but 
preceding it.  Voluminous text is to be written here.  The pace seems a bit 
slow, but that will change.  It's a groove, a flow, to get into this exercise.  
Distinguishing and disambiguating between a typo.  Could it have been "flow" 
or "flew"?  The levenshtein distance algorithm is the most probable one used 
to suggest words from the dictionary here.  Typing new words is a potential 
distraction to typing the word several times to catch some common typos.  This 
reduces the disinclination to type that word again in the future.  Banging on 
this desk and the water in the cup begins to have interesting waves visible on 
the surface of the liquid.  Another related desire for the spell correction 
function is to be able to undo mistakes done.  Three words typed.  That 
sentence.  It's always surprising to find common words mistyped in new ways.  
All possible permutations is an impossible goal, but desiring this is 
skillful.  Keep writing.  There hasn't been a screenful of text yet.  This 
depends on the font size and which text width is being used.  The 78 character 
width was decided long ago.  This width is arbitrary in modern computer usage, 
but that is no concern here.  Must draw the line somewhere.  Have boiling hot 
water available at the counter.  After this green tea is finished, then more 
tea will be made.  A high caffeine black tea is the future choice; it is 
already decided.  If this is to go on, there needs to be a coherent subject 
this time.  That stipulation is what will make this more interesting.  Where 
to begin?  Exciting!  Something new to write.  Altogether, any topic is as 
good as any.  Complete nonsense is as good as any topic.  Here it goes.  
Think.  Fish.  Fish in water is not swimming, but staying in place.  Somehow 
this is regrettable.  It needs a partner to swim with.  The previous partner 
fish of the same species had died.  These fish cost little; it's a matter of 
going to the store and purchasing another.  It would not be the same, but the 
new fish would have a vitality that would interest this old fish.  It would 
either swim around with the new fish or continue to float in the corner.  The 
water quality could be improved, or at the least changed.  Long overdue.  
Clapping and alapping.  Made that word up.  Not yet able to make many 
distinctions between the compositions of Indian classical music at this time.  
Allowing it to continue and not holding to any particular rhythm is much 
easier.  It's not essential to discern the parts of the musical composition.  
The structure is not known, but a set of audio files available here have that 
knowledge interspersed with the music, as in an explanatory lecture during 
which the parts are named and shown.  This was a potential choice, but writing 
necessitates a lack of other voices to allow this voice to shine through, in 
whichever quality.  Would otherwise be distracted looking up new words, 
writing them down, etc.  It happened before.  Strange.  The Tibetan letter A 
was set up as a full-screen, carefully positioned to the center.  The file to 
describe this letter and the positioning was done after the music explanation 
was started.  It led to looking up an encyclopedic definition of the 
introductory phase, the alap, then transcribing the article and mentioning the 
letter.  The continuity of that action continues now, it seems.  Introducing 
the name of the music is tolerated.  Weak single-bag tea and sixteen ounces of 
water.  Half-strength.  Stopping to prepare some full strength black tea.  No 
coffee today.  Can't help but to stop and eat a half pistachio when passing a 
large bowl of shelled pistachios.  That took hours of time last night, but 
today it appears as it is.  All that effort is no more.  It needs to be done 
in advance.  Most people would rather shell and eat, shell and eat, and see no 
advantage to separating the shelling and eating actions.  It affords the 
opportunity to eat large handfuls of the nuts without caring about the 
significant effort that was required to produce them.  Topic.  What is to be 
the topic?  Nothing at all here.  Then, decide.  Discussing the topic of 
meditation and insight practice is desirable.  If only there were someone else 
to discuss it with.  Another day like this one was spent in such a way over a 
month and a week ago.  It seemed more interesting than this current entry has 
started out.  Start with something and go with it in that direction.  What has 
changed since then?  Are there any new insights, new practices, new truths?  
It's surprising that the way is understood already, but that understanding is 
not yet clear.  How it remains to be made clear, is not yet known.  Can't find 
the reference.  Muddy water settles.  Oily water separates.  Multi-colored 
water.  It was somewhere in a book or article on a website.  No matter.  All 
that was about clearing the obstructions that prevent the mind from settling 
down and separating the perceptions until the water of tranquility can be 
drank.  What is there to drink here?  Like this.  Keeping the wrists above the 
desk, it requires a bit of effort, but is skillful.  In time it is no longer 
seen as an effort, and happens without consideration.  No longer considered 
effort, another activity arises that uses this as its base.  Perhaps it is the 
straitening of the neck, or not focusing the eyes downward on these words to 
be typed.  No need for viewing these words as they are typed exists, but 
avoiding losing this text is preferable to typing much and losing it.  
Bathroom.  Again, the text goes up to a previous point in this file 
unexpectedly.  Fixing this would mean unbinding keys that are inadvertently 
triggered.  Those are numerous.  A compromise is to briefly delay the screen 
writing.  Characters written to the screen as the keys are stuck.  Oh, more.  
Alright.  This is some down and dirty freewriting.  No rules.  Going to type a 
bunch of stupid shit.  Like swearing, and not using punctuation properly.  
This is a lot of work later, but right now it's nothing.  This is the opposite 
of the pistachio scenario.  Instead of doing the work upfront and then having 
to enjoy later the fruits of that previous work, this is doing the great thing 
now and saving the arduous work for later.  Will stop and save the text so 
that this all isn't a total waste.  Much editing will be required.  
Freewriting usually implies throw-away level of work, and that make be useful 
to some, but I am collecting typos in order to make stream-of-consciousness 
writing more viable.  Having tens of thousands of typos automatically 
corrected already, this is easily done.  The editing remains necessary and 
inseparable part of the practice.  There would have to be a significant 
disturbance with the typing for it to be stopped and corrected immediately.  
Typing the word twice usually will suffice.  Or typing a word several times 
until the intended word is disambiguated from the potential other 
misspellings, it is particularly obscure or short word.  This has the 
advantage of generating much more text than would otherwise be done.  Removing 
the clock from the rightmost monitor.  Only the brown Tibetan letter A is 
visible at the present.  Other than the blue tilde marks, but it is not 
strictly necessary to do away with those.  It could be further hidden, but 
that is not necessary.  Could turn this monitor off and move the window 
around.  Could move this screen to the first monitor.  Don't want to 
accidentally avoid typing into this screen.  Taking no chances with losing the 
text right now.  Could probably exit insert mode and do the change easily.  Or 
setup another screen to watch for changes.  Typing quickly here is the main 
activity.  What are the other activities.  Holding the head straight.  Holding 
the head tilted backwards with the ceiling visible.  The screen is still here.  
Would have to interrupt the ceiling staring to ensure that this text is still 
being recorded.  No matter.  The head position cannot be maintained 
indefinitely.  Resist any desire to correct text really.  Say that correction 
of the space and then the period.  It is not now the time for such activities.  
Write instead.  Generate this text.  Generate something about a topic instead 
of discussing the present activities.  But what is there beyond the present 
activities besides ideas and concepts that are wholly disconnected from 
reality.  There is the seeing of this screen.  The feeling of the keys on the 
fingers, and the sensation of which thumb is being used to touch the spacebar 
between words.  Favoring the left thumb at present.  The right thumb is the 
default.  Either is fine for these purposes.  Eventually they will be 
alternated with great care but no effort.  This will further increase the 
speed of typing.  Short lines are not being reformatted correctly due to as 
recent change in the settings.  Maybe this would be better off as a temporary 
change to avoid needing to collapse the paragraph into a single line in order 
to format it correctly.  Typing on a very nice keyboard.  A nice keyboard.  A 
keyboard.  Keys.  The computer human computer interface.  The human computer 
interface.  That sentence was typed again for clarity.  Looking as the 
remaining green tea.  No need to pause this activity at present.  Green tea is 
finished, will move back to drinking the black tea.  Caught you!  Soon after 
escaping and pressing the find next in search key.  Nop it.  There, done.  
Back to it.  The writing can resume.  At most, will lose a few words or 
characters.  The bottom row seems to be the one most often inadvertently typed 
because the text to be searched around and to enter text into some other part 
of this file, instead of placing it at the bottom.  What needs to be done is a 
forced-insert mode that avoids any possibility for special text manipulation, 
making this an insert-only type of exercise.  Being that no editing is being 
performed, there is no need for normal mode here.  Each burst of text being 
typed is checked and then saved.  This is not the desired format.  Would much 
rather remain here typing for an hour straight with the eyes closed or 
something, without caring of any possibility that it might not be recorded.  
That type of assurance is not yet in place.  Favoring the right thumb at this 
time.  It is clear when attention has slipped and deep into the train of 
thought.  This is fine as long as it is not exclusively using the right thumb.  
More text is written.  Not hearing much of the music, just these thoughts.  
They come so quickly and are likewise quickly gone.  How is it that this 
writing and the act of thinking can be occurring so quickly in tandem.  This 
is like the activity of speech where there are no significant blocks between 
one word and the next.  Thinking of something to say and saying it without a 
filter.  No hesitation whatsoever.  It is the preferred way to do things 
without effort.  It remains difficult but enticing to think about where the 
effort comes from.  Where the seeking originates, and what it is looking for 
in the activity.  Why do this activity.  What thing is known here.  Finishing 
up the tea.  No cause for alarm.  This thing.  Let's use the terms dao, 
naturalness, awareness.  These are not entirely interchangeable, but are used 
here to point to one single thing.  The activity of spinning a pen in the 
hand, or typing without thinking of which key is to be struck.  These are the 
activities whose nature baffles me.  I know I am doing it, I know how it is 
being done.  But to describe it is a challenge.  It seems to be perfectly 
obvious how it occurs that most people would not think it necessary to do so.  
But then, everything seems to work like this, bodies of water, bodies of 
stars, these bodies, animal bodies, the clouds, everything.  If they all work 
like this, where is there suffering?  It is a case of codependent origination, 
or whatever the Buddhist term is here.  That this body exists and has nerve 
endings causes the suffering to be possible.  The sensation of pain in the 
body due to temperature and pressure.  And many other forms of materiality.  
These are inherent in the nature of having this body in the world.  Yet it is 
not the only thing there is here, for the mind has divided up all of the world 
of reality in order to understand it better.  But this is all in the wrong 
direction of thought.  That the arms can be held in the air, or that the 
thoughts can be mapped into symbols and converted into a sequential stream of 
letters, or phonetic speech particles, these are amazing.  These are done 
effortlessly, it seems.  Which other activities of this body can be done in 
the same manner, and for what purpose is this?  There is a body and a mind 
that have not yet been fully integrated and untied with themselves as one 
organism.  This further needs to be understood as one organism in the 
environment, and that the organism and environment are one process happening 
together.  And yet these incredible thoughts are reduced to the thought of 
future profiting from the typos mined here for autocorrections.  Is it the 
case that what is said in the future will be any better than this?  Maybe the 
thought of goal-striving of typing more efficiently will drop away.  This is 
the activity of the day until some other activity arises, and that has already 
been decided as some other form of work.  Time to grab more tea.  And then 
this process will continue.  Resuming this now.  Have made more tea.  It seems 
different than some of the other teas.  Hard to describe.  Smells are not 
commonly noticed.  The same stale scenarios day after day make one not able to 
perceive the smells.  This is how the air smells, and breathing happens all 
day long.  It is quickly habituated to the smell of the air.  But then there 
occurs something unusual.  Something that is not ever-present in the flowing 
field here.  Something like a stick of incense is nice.  Want to go and get up 
right now to get one.  It is so nearby that to acquire it would take very 
little effort and the benefit would be some new interesting smell and sight.  
The temperature and fire, the smell of the smoke.  It seems overwhelmingly 
like the thing to do right now.  But it must be disciplined.  If it is to be 
done, it will occur after this present burst of writing has entirely finished 
its present thought.  That it is coming so easily at the present is an 
indication to persevere and not to stop.  This incense, yet to be acquired and 
lit, captures the sensation of thought at the present.  Then it has passed and 
other about fixing the mess of words being writing presently.  Looking up to 
see the imprint of the Tibetan letter on the imprint of the this on the 
ceiling.  This sensation of sight offsets the desire to get the incense.  The 
mind brings it back to that sensation and decides to stop and get it.  Or is 
that more story spinning, not yet to actually take place.  There is the music, 
hardly noticed until now.  This intention was strong enough to ignore the 
music.  There is the sensation that the neck is heavy.  Time to stop.  Had 
allowed the incense to burn just a bit too long when starting it, while 
replacing the fire starter lighter to its place upon a magnet at the side of 
the low table.  It begins to burn with a long gray ash before the black and 
the smoke.  Too much stopping and correcting of this text.  It is not 
necessary and wastes precious time.  The dull work of correcting this text can 
be done at a later time.  Now is the time to be creating much text.  Looking 
at this incense.  It would be here wouldn't it.  There is smoke rising and it 
can be seen.  The end of the dispersed smoke can be traced back to a happening 
at the point of the flame.  The interesting curls and movements of the smoke 
and its shape are present.  An interesting gradient between the background air 
and the gray-white smoke rising.  A sigh.  This all has to come to an end 
eventually.  The smoke will cease to burn when extinguished or without fuel.  
The air here is not the limiting factor, but the material to be burned.  How 
is all of this to be related to a subject.  It's hard to stay on track when 
there is so much going on happening here while the smoke moves and adsorbs to 
the screen.  An insignificant amount of smoke.  It does not damage the screens 
significantly or impair their usage.  Most of the screen is black most of the 
time.  There is the act of typing, the perception of the future event that 
will be the drinking of this hot tea.  The knowledge that the smoke will 
cease.  That will need to relieve and pass water after drinking.  How much 
further into the future can be seen.  The sleep-wake cycle.  The necessity to 
find employment and work.  The quickness of the typing matches the quickness 
at which the incense burns.  It does not pause to decide that it will continue 
to burn.  It is not fatigued by the burning, it does not pause or stop until 
completed with its activity.  Too much stopping and too many actions 
needlessly done.  There is nothing to do here except to write and listen to 
the music.  Could add some more music to the list.  It has surely cycled by 
now.  Almost.  The rest of the current composition and another for forty 
minutes.  Should be here for the end of it.  The incense is soon to have its 
first piece of ash drop off.  Would like to acquire another holder that holds 
the incense vertically.  This is supposed to be superior to this method of 
holding it at a low angle.  The weight of the ash on the top of the flame.  
Should that slow the burn, or some other effect.  Not sure.  What is there to 
be done here.  Just more typing.  The ash has fallen.  This is the main point.  
No it is not.  There is hunger.  A tightness in the stomach.  All cyclic 
sensations of the body should eventually be known as they are.  The cycle at 
any time should be predicable.  Where does hunger begin?  Certainly not with 
the pangs of hunger that scream out for food.  Naturalness like taking food 
when hungry or drinking water when thirsty.  Smelling the incense and not the 
tea.  Taking a first sip of tea.  Some cycles can be controlled, it seems.  
That by doing this or not doing that, the cycle is suppressed.  But it is not.  
The cycle has been slowed, slowed to a point where it is so long that the 
topmost point or the bottommost point can be seen gradually increasing or 
diminishing for a scale longer than previously experienced.  Instead of 
cycling a day, it may cycle in a week, or with lessened overall intensity not 
reaching the same level it once did.  The level where it has interference with 
other cycles that bring about distinct experiences.  More to be written.  
Hearing the music.  Some light indistinct voices around the playing of hand 
instruments.  Drums.  Slapping on stretched piece of fabric if that is even an 
accurate word.  Why it necessarily be fabric?  Stopping and correcting too 
frequently.  Almost need to make it impossible to do so.  If a sentence is 
badly written, so be it.  Write it again if the thought was not clear.  How 
about the sight.  Seeing this Tibetan letter A and not really looking at its 
shape.  Its shape is its color.  What shape does this smoke have.  It changes 
with every instant it is witnessed.  Then it breaks up into the rest of the 
air surrounding here.  It has no constancy.  Relaxing the muscles held above 
the keyboard.  This is the proper way to write on a computer.  A skillful use 
of this keyboard.  It is necessarily a loud mechanical keyboard, but the 
monitoring microphone is not being used to hear the keys.  Is this suddenly 
desirable?  Do not deny it.  More typing.  No more here.  How about it.  Write 
about the topic.  The topic decided much earlier.  See how slippery these 
thoughts can be.  It is seen what is happening here.  The thoughts being 
poured out into this file as they happen.  Unable to stay centered around an 
idea.  But why try that.  It is more evident that it is impossible.  The 
activity, it can be centered upon the activity.  This activity is one and the 
same.  Instead of wanting to keep the idea constant, notice that the activity 
of typing seems to be constant.  The striking of keys in correct sequence 
seems constant.  The flow of original thoughts seems contestant.  What of the 
fact that the idea are not fully developed?  This will be appear to be 
constant eventually.  It is not yet.  The mind must settle on the ideas and 
concepts before they can be done.  It is always a possible activity to edit 
the text and distill it to the essence of some subject, rearrange it to fit 
some contrived idea given the raw input.  Like taking trees and making lumber, 
then making those logs into a house.  This is like taking the stream of 
thoughts as they are, cutting them into words, then taking the words and 
moving them to build a piece of writing.  As expected, the piece of incense 
had dropped its ash while I was away.  Seems to be exhuming the fire at a 
quick rate.  If that is even the proper word to be used.  This is freewriting 
dammit, not all of the words used are the proper words.  The meaning is not 
known certainly, and there can be no hesitation to go look up a proper 
preferable word in a dictionary or thesaurus.  Learning new words all the 
time.  The rhythmic action of the typing on the keys is even more noticeable 
when the keys can be heard distinct from the music.  The subtle action of 
moving the hands makes a thunderous storm of noise on the keys.  Yet the words 
themselves have no real utility or content beyond concentrating on this 
activity.  Why is there a discontent with this activity.  That there is no 
significant content that is widely of importance to all is a recurring 
resentment in the writings here.  Somehow this freewriting is being corrected 
as it is being typed and briefly reviewed.  This seems to be unavoidable.  
It's so easy that it cannot be stopped.  It has become part of the activity.  
More serious errors still exist, but they are less obvious than the brightly 
highlighted words.  Slamming the desk drops the ash.  The hand require the 
full range of motion available, but do not use it.  Closing the eyes it can be 
continued with no detraction.  Still can smell the incense occasionally.  A 
thought like that is liable to cause a future sensation of smelling the 
incense even while distracted doing something else.  The typing action becomes 
quicker and happens so quickly that it causes the noticing of the quickness of 
the activity which causes hesitation in the writing.  This is rambling 
discursive thinking but it is happening in a way that its power can be 
directed at a meditative activity such as writing.  Noticing the how and why 
that is happening and the content of experience of reality that all of this is 
happening inside of.  How is it happening.  The head can be held steady while 
the arms move and the hands do their thing.  This is one of the most important 
aspects of this.  If the head seems to be still and the arms are seeming to be 
rigid, and the fingers are moving quickly, then what is this that is 
happening.  There is no effort being used to hold the head steady.  Opening 
the eyes reveals a new color.  Then closed and experiencing the light of the 
closed eyes and the sunlight coming through the closed eyes.  It always seems 
a bit bluer.  Which color is the true, real, correct color.  Can take and open 
a single eye and experience both at once.  What is the purpose, the utility, 
of doing this other than to point out that a distinction can be made.  
Sometimes text is typed and the key is offset.  The keys struck are offset and 
it cannot easily be determined what the original message was.  These messages 
are too time consuming to repair.  They are removed or reworked.  This is 
regrettable.  Always feel for thee bumps on the keys on the home row before 
continuing.  There is a slight loss of balance whenever experiencing the world 
with the eyes closed.  It is clear that balance involves the eyes, but does 
not require them.  The sensations of gravity are known to be in a fluid in the 
ears, but in some cultures it is elongated or pierced or whatever other 
activities.  This is not skillful in my opinion.  Leave it be, and do not 
modify it.  More freewriting.  Keep this activity going until it reaches its 
conclusion.  Regrettable also is that there is no central theme to this piece 
of writing.  When attempts have been made, it goes around them and speaks of 
something else.  Maybe this is its way.  The concept of awareness and 
naturalness is slippery.  They cannot be described directly.  They are only 
described indirectly.  The large block of text that has preceded this sentence 
is of the same type.  Keeping thoughts coming out of the mind and onto the 
keys through the medium of the fingers, then they appear on the screen, but 
this is not witnessed until a minute or many minutes later.  Too much stopping 
and correcting is interrupting the flow of writing.  It is not trusted to 
record these thoughts accurately and consistently, is the reason for this 
gross hesitation.  You might have guessed that this is the only activity for 
the day thus far.  This is not planned in advance.  This has become the 
default intellectual activity.  Either reading or writing, then settling down 
to walk or meditate while sitting for an hour.  Usually laying down on the 
couch is the simplest position.  Some sitting occurs, but it is still in the 
stage where it is uncomfortable to do so for prolonged periods of times.  
Easier to do at night with a candle.  This is a lot of text generated here.  
Closing the eyes once more.  Favoring the right thumb with the spacebar.  This 
is something here.  Lots of these are needlessly words typed for no purpose 
other than they are commonly typed and therefore easily remembered actions of 
the fingers.  Are the fingers driving the thought to choose words that are 
easily written to them?  What if words associated with other concepts were 
more easily written?  Therefore choose shorter words in the mind.  Incense is 
still burning.  Forgot it was even an intention to set it up.  It merely is 
here here now.  This will soon be extinguished, but not too soon.  Much typing 
but even more editing, it seems.  Too much editing.  What was the plan?  Write 
now, edit later.  It only needs to be edited for legibility, not for content.  
There is no content beyond this nonsense.  It's just a bunch of words that 
have been thought in sequence.  Hardly any thoughts are occurring that are not 
immediately put down into this file.  Let's try to hold onto that.  Think 
about words in the head and immediately write them.  It's happening now.  
There are no blocks between the words thought and immediately typed at a quick 
rate.  The keyboard naturally constrains the type and content of the words 
being thought in the same way that the available words in the mind constrain 
what can be thought at all.  This is seeing the eyes closed experiencing what 
is happening right now.  There is a lighter red color in the eyes.  It is 
known that the spacebar is not being sufficiently alternated.  Thinking of 
stopping to ensure this is being recorded but ignoring that intention to do 
so.  Some of these word are being sloppily written due to the keyboard sliding 
around slightly.  This is due to it not having sticky enough feet at the 
bottom of the keyboard to remain still on the desk, but this can be avoided by 
taking and slamming the keys straight down with the force of the fingers to 
make it slide only in the downward direction and not to any sides.  An eye 
twitch while writing that previous sentence.  Difficulty typing the word 
twitch.  Almost stopped just now as the arms relaxed.  Thinking of stopping 
once more.  This is going on longer than most of the previous sentences.  
Stopping finally now.  It is happening next.  This is too sloppy.  Wow.  Wrote 
all of that and then thought to write the word wow.  It's keeping up with the 
thoughts, that is certain.  None escape the notice of the keys on the fingers 
on the keyboard.  It's immediately translated into text on the screen, which 
is not seen until after the typing has finished and the screen is reenabled to 
show the output, then it is edited and saved to ensure that it is not lost.  
There is only an artificial concern for sentence structure and not causing 
run-on sentence.  Punctuation is even further of a concern from the mind.  
Sensation that the ambient air is cold.  Using the right thumb too often on 
the spacebar.  It's going to be much more inaccurate to type this quickly with 
the left hand as the spacebar thumb.  There is previous practice with the left 
hand at a slower rate for using the spacebar, but not at the speed of thought 
being being performed at the present.  How frightening.  Why then where.  
'Why' was being typed then the thought 'where' came in, and the result was a 
jumbled mess of typos.  Feeling some stretching going on of the neck and the 
ankle.  The ankle long ago since damaged in skateboarding.  Thinking of 
thoughts that are not to be typed.  What is exactly that.  It was typed 
exactly as written in the head, nothing is being suppressed, but it is 
enticing to imagine that it could be.  Would those thoughts be deleted?  Would 
they be ignored.  They would happen during other thoughts presently being 
written.  Therefore, this is not the transcript that it would otherwise be.  
Thoughts can still be happening at a faster rate than they are being 
transcribed here.  How many different tracks can be maintained seemingly at 
concurrent times?  Fumbled for a word for a few seconds there.  Nothing 
stopping this but to type more words.  The music has ended.  No sense in 
letting it repeat, although it was not heard clearly the first pass.  Could do 
with some silence for some time.  The incense is almost gone.  A few more 
minutes of it.  It's not yet at the end of its life, but it will not last 
fifteen minutes.  Where this is.  Silence, no music.  Exhaled deeply, 
affecting the position of the smoke as it rises.  Turned up the sound of the 
microphone monitor.  Hearing static and the sound of typing on the keys.  
Adjusted the equaliser and moved the microphone closer to the keyboard.  This 
has no purpose other than making the sound more obvious.  Hearing and 
listening to this sound while the act of typing remains.  Feeling the clothes 
and position of the feet and neck is secondary, and occurs in sequence as that 
thought is typed.  Somewhat muted sound by cutting off of the high frequencies 
on the equaliser.  The thought occurs that the tea is at a good temperature to 
resume gulping it down so that the act of typing can continue.  Some static on 
the visual field when looking at the fine mesh of a speaker in front of me.  
This speaker is not presently being used.  Instead, using in-ear-monitors to 
hear accurate representations of the sound while typing.  A speaker would 
vibrate the air significantly; this only vibrates a tiny space of air inside 
the ears.  It further acts as earplugs, which was desirable when typing and 
listening to the sound of the music.  Sound from outside the apartment doesn't 
exist.  Being still and silent could bring those sounds.  Now that I think of 
it, there have been no significant vibrations from things happening outside, 
such as a dump truck lifting or cars blaring their horns.  No snow blowers.  
None of the machinery that would cause unavoidable vibrations through the 
building and therefore sounds in the air have been noticed while writing this.  
Rivers of thought and text visible here.  Could this be increased to have a 
louder volume.  Of course.  But this is not necessary.  Another sensation that 
the ambient air temperature is low.  Looking at the fingers and keys as typing 
occurs.  This can lead to hesitation, but offers an increased accuracy.  The 
keyboard sliding around is visible.  These two perceptions do not occur with 
the eyes closed.  Able to keep on the stream of thoughts and write down an 
accurate transcription of them here.  This is not terribly difficult to do.  
How is it to be done.  There is much more here that isn't thought in the head 
that is seen or heard or felt and experienced.  The thoughts are just a stream 
of concentrated attention to the body and experiences.  Stopped to pour more 
tea, found the flask container to be nearly empty, then went get more boiling 
water and prepare even more tea.  Probably the most tea drank in one day ever, 
so today is historical in that respect.  As I was standing there preparing the 
tea, the thought occurred "sugar bomb".  The thought then occurred "the 
thought occurred 'sugar bomb'".  Then the thought of honey appeared.  I 
retrieved the container, opened its seal, then the thought occurred 
"teaspoon".  I retrieved a teaspoon from the drawer and poured out a teaspoon 
of honey and ate it.  I saw my reflection in the spoon, then the reflection in 
another object specifically placed there to attract the interest in such a 
way.  After moving the flask with the fresh tea bags to the other part of the 
counter, returned here to resume writing, after reconnecting the headphones so 
as to be able to hear the act of writing occurring by means of the sound of 
typing on the keyboard.  An itch on the left shoulder was immediately 
scratched.  Throbbing and feeling the tension in the back of the neck.  Ah, it 
is a full cup of hot tea, as is evidenced by the swirling vapors rising from 
its still surface.  It is not completely still, as the vibrations of striking 
these keys are distributing it slightly.  The reflections of the window 
through which sunlight appears here is visible as a highlight on several areas 
of the cup.  Soon into describing this water and this cup there was the 
sensation that the incense has long since been out.  It was not noticed at the 
time when it became extinguished.  The thought of seeing the computer mouse 
hanging off of the edge of the desk slightly returns.  It was experienced once 
before, and now it is being seen.  Why is it being seen.  Because it also 
maintains a reflection of the window through which the sunlight is entering 
here.  There is additionally the reflection of myself in there.  Should it be 
noticed like this?  This brings it back to the sensation of noticing the 
reflection in the upturned bowl on the counter, and in the teaspoon described 
earlier.  The reflections mean to notice other reflections.  Twice has a word 
been typed or passed over and induced the sensation that some lyric that which 
uses this word plays the tape in the mind of that lyric.  This is largely 
unavoidable unless there is no time for the thought to occur.  Pressure on the 
fingertips touching together.  It's not difficult to avoid picking at the 
fingernails and skin when this activity is so all-encompassing.  It manifests 
in other ways, such as biting at the lips or moving other bones known to cause 
creaks and pops.  The thought of taking the fingers and popping the joints.  
Manifests, take heed to the words that I manifest, I manifest…  It happens 
again.  That one is titular, so a very strong relation indeed.  Need some 
tunes.  Many hours of writing here by now.  Maybe many is too strong a word, 
but more than two hours at least.  Instrumentals.  I'm too deep.  Yes much too 
complicated.  The lines I've stated are quite often underrated so consider it 
a privilege to hear this.  The weak minded opinions could never come near 
this.  For my outlook on life is a profound view.  Trying to act down thinking 
that they sound new.  So you front.  I call your bluff, you'll catch hell kid. 
I never sleep, I always peep, I'm too deep…  Do that one again.  Fine.  This 
song is too good to just listen to the instrumental right now.  Only a few 
sound true.  Knowing that hard is something that you can't be.  You get dealt 
with.  Rhymes creep.  Necessarily slowing down to type these lyrics.  You 
continue to disrespect.  One rhyme just to scare you.  I'm the holder of the 
key.  Pushed me to find myself.  My life was twisted.  The chance to make you 
feel good.  I used to steal goods.  Knowledge of self, [be]cause I'm me.  
Reeducated ones who are lost.  Takes other steps.  To get through.  In the 
prisons.  Gain wealth and self-esteem.  Of a totally different scene.  Like a 
scout on a new route exhibiting clout.  But right now, my religion is rhyming, 
perfect timing.  Why have so many divisions.  Superficial factors are driving 
us apart.  Before I act, I think.  World corruption, destruction, what's up 
son.  An army of about one hundred or more.  Release the effect of my voice.  
I'm too deep…  Paragraphs, portraying my viewpoint.  At this time, I have the 
honor to present to you…  Stay attentive, because this is a new joint.  
Lyrical elements emerge from the intro.  Other writers are outclassed.  Rhymes 
fit and hit, because it's how we designed it.  Commanding respect with my ink 
pen.  I can see now you relate to what I create.  I've looked for the truth.  
My rhymes are the real proof.  We'll show you the best way.  And then sway, as 
I read my essay.  Worship for words giving insight.  Beyond them, is where 
I'll be dwelling.  Placing my fingers on the tool.  Think of an enjoyable 
moment.  The origin of this is on paper.  I go with the flow as I show 
expertise.  Gripping your soul with authority.  Drink up.  We'll show you the 
best way.  Listening to one last song for the present.  Dumbfound.  It's too 
distracting to try and maintain a separate stream of thoughts to type here 
while listening to music with lyrics.  Pour some more coffee after stopping 
this current sentence or paragraph.  Cling.  Hands off, stay off.  It's the 
finals not the playoffs.  Break you up into particles.  Ah, back to relative 
silence with the sound of typing.  Seems that the volume was increased while 
listening to music, would it be needed to turn it down once more.  Listening 
to it with the sound of the typing.  Two letter words have a distinct sound.  
Hearing something outside now, this is an airplane.  This would have not been 
possible before the volume increase.  Much text written here.  Not sure if I'm 
going for a record or what.  See how many lines, how many hours spent writing 
in relatively uninterpreted sequence.  Ate a pistachio on the way back to 
sitting down before writing the message above.  How much of the message above?  
Since the lyrics ended.  No need to delineate.  Writing.  Could repeat that 
word.  Back to freewriting without making too numerous of edits and 
corrections for a minute.  No, more than a minute.  There needs to be no 
contrived end to this act of writing this present freewriting.  It has begun.  
Am now writing the thoughts that come through the mind as they happen with no 
interruption or delay.  This is stream-of-consciousness writing for the time 
being.  It is happening.  Short easy words are being written and that means 
the short thoughts are being used to create these words on the text file that 
is storing these thoughts.  Nothing special.  What about it.  How is there to 
be any interesting thought activity or concepts of anything here if 
constrained to short useless words.  Think of something else.  How about a 
bridge.  How about a swirl.  How about a whirlpool.  A tornado.  A strain in 
the neck look upwards.  See the reverse blue image of the image on the screen.  
See it fade away into the rest of the ceiling and go away.  It seems to have 
moved outside the field of vision, over the eyebrows and into that dark 
unknowable space there.  Eye floaters moving around at the white wall.  
Contrasted with the static movement.  Contrasted with the static moment.  
Accidentally typed moment while typing movement that first time.  Had to write 
the second sentence to make this clear.  Looking back down at the screen 
instead of the ceiling after noticing a slight neck strain from doing that.  
Almost exclusively using the right thumb to type the spacebar here.  The arms 
relaxed and dropped to the desk momentarily.  They did it again.  It's not 
effort to keep them up in the air.  Only needs to be decided that it is 
preferable to keep them in the air and avoid repetitive strain on the wrists 
by doing so.  These are some harsh keyboard typing actions being performed.  
The keyboard is not sliding around.  Here it is again.  Closing the eyes and 
likewise seeing some negative image of the figure on the screen.  It is 
distinct but not lasting for long.  It is blurring.  Scratched the bridge of 
the nose immediately after an itch occurred.  This necessarily stopped the act 
of typing, because it was done with the right hand and no words are being 
typed without the right hand.  Write.  Type.  There, finished.  An empty water 
bottle is lifted.  It needs to be refilled.  Typed incorrectly to save this 
file three times.  Refilled the water filter with bad unfiltered water, then 
refilled the container of water used to pour water into the water filter.  
Then ate two pistachio nuts and returned here to type this sentence while 
staring low at nothing in particular.  What's left to be written here.  Hasn't 
everything been written already.  This mind could endlessly produce nonsense 
such as this.  It does not accurately describe what is going around here.  
What if the microphone was used to record everything, and a set of cameras was 
used to record all of the moments at all times.  This would not be sufficient 
to reproduce the experience.  There are still the bodily sensations that would 
not be recorded.  The effect of the sound combining with other sounds, of 
vibrations felt in the body at frequencies not able to be heard by the ears.  
Well, then give up recording things.  Why is the activity of recording 
thoughts pursued here?  This is the activity.  The recording of the thoughts 
is precisely the activity being performed here.  It's not accurate, it doesn't 
represent the full present experience, but knowing that it never could 
reproduce it in full is part of the game.

2016-01-13T19:36:40Z — Done writing.  Just like that.

2016-01-13T21:07:41Z — Done editing.  Repeated words, words mistyped that were 
correctly spelled (valid) words are not caught by a spellchecker.