uncharteredterrainsofthebrain

I'm just sitting here staring at the screen wondering what to type for today's entry. So yeah, I thought I might as well just start typing something and hope that good stuff flows from within. I could even do a Andre Breton and start dictating my unconsciousness onto my fingertips, which in turn become alphabets, which then becomes words, which then become sentences, which then becomes a paragraph that is forever chasing after the prompting cursor. See I'm starting to make no sense already. My vacant brain that is blame? Or the forever smug-looking portrait of Breton and his pompous declarations of Surrealism love? Mind me, I've stayed up few days straight just to get this reflective journal and comparative essay done. No mean feat, but yeah, like you've never heard me say it before, I actually hate being a perfectionist. Oops, did I really type that out?? Who cares about the assignment where listening to people from the industry is of major concern? You then write some critique based on the lecture for the journal, which I think only I am dumb enough to put effort into it. Right, I've been backspacing quite a bit editing some sentences that i've written just now. Not good. I'm starting to lose subconsciousness. Won't you rain on me now? That wasn't me by the way. It's George singing. No not George the person, George the aussie band. They were prolly before your time if you've only came to this country last year. I have an urge to press ctrl+s as i'm typing this just in case my computer decides to die on me, which it haven't for a while, which is a good thing, but also worrying in a way. And then I remember that I'm typing on blogger not microsoft word. maybe i shouldn't even bother typing properly. not capitalising the first letter of the sentence, nor botheirn to correct y typos. let's dothis subconsciousthing proeprly.yeahthat ismuchmorebetter. no spacebar.
nospacenopunctuationithinkiamgettingincoherentnow.tryreadingthis.
waithtepunctuationsareoutagain.
thisisonelonglongsentencethatiswaitingotbreakitselfup.
blankagain.