Automatic Writing #3

Hide in the bark the forgotten winder spun the free song to the tired goats on the porridge farm. Hark so low the bottom of the fish was not where or when the first of all of the cattle tried the timpani dodgems up and down the tribal stares of all the stairs we have to climb.

Kind though it is to not speak the words of the organ grinders toenails. The fire in the blue knot were not the moon of the day. The darkness was not all the world had even seen or known and sometimes the things that you thought were not the things that I think you thought. Is it able that the truth is not for young people?

Less than the man in the corner shop bought a book on Yeats for the tree in the gutter. I cannot see the point in carrying on this monotonous riveting drilling of syllables. Had not the bye for the night.

I bet Google’s SEO spiders hate these.

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Published by Peter Wyn Mosey

Peter Wyn Mosey is a full-time writer living in Llanelli, South Wales, with his wife, dog, and two cats. By day, he provides content, blogger outreach, and ghostwriting across a wide variety of niches and has had hundreds of articles published. He has written and performed comedy at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival and has featured on Queen Mobs Tea House, Little Old Lady Comedy, and Robot Butt. He is Editor-In-Chief of The Finest Example and posts most days on https://peterwynmosey.com

0 thoughts on “Automatic Writing #3

  1. Who cares what SEO spiders “think”? /when the first of all of the cattle tried the timpani dodgems up and down the tribal stares of all the stairs we have to climb/ makes it all worthwhile to this human reader. Glad you make and share.

  2. Up until I climbed down the erect spiral staircase things were going mighty then random writing popped up on my screen the heart raced fire in the hearth rekindled it was time for some self-abnegation

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