Something goes here.
I think it's supposed to be some sort of words that are strung together in a meaningful way. Those words will form sentences and those sentences will coalesce into paragraphs and finally, those paragraphs will amalgamate to become a story of sorts. Either fiction or non-fiction.
If my brain was switched into the on position that is exactly what I would be posting instead of meaningless drivel. Then again, the world seems to thrive on meaningless drivel.
Of course, even such meandering phrases can become a story of sorts as well. Of course, it is a story that lacks any coherency, beginning or end, but that kind of makes it like life, doesn't it?
So, on this wondrous Friday night. As I dream of being pain-free and well-rested, you will find little to meaning or reason in these words. They are just that. Words, strung together like pearls on a string, but when you look really close, you can see the lines on the pearls that tells you they're really just made of plastic.
And now you can all wonder just what sort of painkillers that doc has got me on. tee hee.