It was upon this very hour upon this very time that the story came back to him and his hands moved of their own accord like the automatic piano in western movies that plays an automatic melody in perfect lines. And so it occurred and the desk showed him where his hands should be. I tell you these many things he said because there is purpose of why I write. I want to get my story out, but I don’t have the voice to let me shout. The words ran along at a great pace this time and overflows filled the now. The time was here the here was now and that was the end of town. A shadow sat on my desk, a beautiful shadow changing with the time of day. At four it was on the left of my desk and slowly it was moving the other way. The direction you may ask was right as the clock does go.

The remains caught in the complexity of interesting favorites where photosynthetic polymers cause changes in Earths atmosphere was were these events were to occur. It was why green stays with perfect design that I write so eloquently. What if we could write for endless time with endless meaning, never taking a break. Our hands would be quite strong don’t you think. How many taps on a keyboard can a computer take.  Is it as many as what are required by the manufacturer? Maybe we should measure the taps on the keyboard by how many books can be typed on them. “Well that there contains the whole story of All Quiet On The Western Front, yesm a book of quite a large magnitude only made larger by the many revisions to make it so. A hot potato is exactly that, baked for a certain amount of minutes at a certain number of degrees and then put to rest for consumption. Why has the game been devised then? Who had the crazy idea to do so and especially with such temperature and such a strange object?

What if I get tired of writing asked the man and the desk so calmly replied. Well then do what you must and do what you do for that means that I also need time. For a story is such where truths are made and made they have to be. In order to make we must first learn how to live so we can represent and replicate clearly. So the man who’s hands were tired so gave up on the adventure for today and the table that caused the mans hands to write sympathized and called it a day. Come back tomorrow he said in a voice like the air that is understandable only by some. And the man agreed and they left the need to go on at another time