As poor as the stuff is that comes out my mouth I still think it has a better connection to my mind than my three typing fingers. When they pose above the keyboard and reach up to the mind for something to type, mostly emptiness is what they encounter. With the desire to type something coming from somewhere, they end up picking among the dregs as most anyone who has read the results can attest to.
The problem may lie with my, overly stored body for hard times coming, along with it's undesirable, 'keep something moving,' behavioral pattern. I think it takes so much to run and operate this large body with it's little quirk, that my subconscious mind ends up taxing it's mental resource pool. That huge draw renders my conscious mind with barely enough power to connect with my, close to it, mouth but comes up a bit short extending clear down to my fingers, leaving the fingers with nothing to choose from but the lower lying excrement....err I mean crap, to type about.
So now we know.
I have a simple philosophy. Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. And scratch where it itches. — Alice Roosevelt Longworth
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