Hmm what to write

Well there are a mish mash of topics available to write and reflect about. So what do I want to choose? Hmmm. Cloud shapes would be a good topic, but I feel better doing that with a pen and paper while actully lying on the ground and loking up and the wisps and clumps of white cottony looking material floats by on a breeze that is too high to be felt. Watching as clouds merge one into another becoming something new. Is there anything up there looking down at us? We move erratically and change must be instant and mesmerizing. Colors and shapes that swirl together and separate to become something new again. We all have partners of whom we are unaware because there is no recognition of an interaction. The most fleeting of meetings though creates yet another new entity for something above to look at and wonder. What happens when something fast interacts with a slow moving object? Other than an obvious oops bang! Does it appear to have a warped effect that is disconcerting and hard to understand?

Perhaps the people in here now are part of some other beings imagination and we are all playing a part in a dream to which there is no known script. An experiment gone awry. Sounds like the Twilight Zone.

Gremlins of any genre are best left ignored. . . Don't be fooled into thinking they resemble anything cute and furry, or a lovable creature that just wants to love you. They are in fact a dangerous species wanting to create havoc. In fact within the written works, gremlins are at their most hateful. They jump and tear, scramble paper into confetti, and cause mayhem worthy of a tantrum from a two year old. It seems the more I think I have learned, the less I really know. I will never remember what a dangling modifier is, only that such a creature exists and has chewed up several good drafts of mine. Are there any hiding in here now?
I think my grammar is fine, although it is not, as I have been told, Quitman. As if there is a vernacular that belongs to Quitman alone as if it is another country with a separate langauage and having nothing in common with the spoken language in the oh so distant Valdosta. Gawd, have to wonder what they would say about the language of Atlanta, it must be positively alien.
The comma gremlin is a special friend. He visits all my papers and rearranges commas so that they do not make sense and perhaps help to leave room for a less friendly gremlin to come along and give my hard work a kick.

I wonder where Donna's purple pen is now. Itching with a gremlin of its own to jump onto the page and scramble everything so that what was making sense has no rhyme or reason. At least that gremlin has a purpose. It helps to fight the monstrous ones so that they are unable to do as much damage.