Absentminded clamorous wiles twisting winding brought to binding neverminding lost and free from thought and cree and brought to foot and soot and summit there to plummet still unending is the typing if I stop for even an instant the shadows grow longer and longer, already they are nearly upon me for I see, forsooth, and yet uncouth the master’s tooth gleams ever whiter now beside her clenching tighter still the clack of keys that binds me swearing that I would not rest until 300 words were writ, so I sit and type and clap and clang and desperate misery unending the words do tending towards oblivion I’m trending nearly ending yet I type on, I have yet some words to write some ink to shed before I’m bled before I’ve gone and lost my head and brought to bed I promised not to rest or eat or sleep or dream is that a scream am I its source of course, of course, but hoarse I cry now much less spry now far too high now are the shadows on my wall and yet I stall as the typing continues, but how much longer can I go on and on with fervor muster all the words I spew and bluster on the page so barren, empty, all for naught was this I think, I think the room does stink of loss regret and failure now so empty and so fragile but to cavil I go on and cry with desperate and a hopeless sigh, but how and why and now to die tonight is my delight for now the words have left my sight and shadows all around consuming no more looming now exhuming soul and more from in my store and I shall type not one. word. more.
Edit: I was bored, so I did my own reading of this. Please, if you are so moved, post your own in the comments.
