Precisely Bottomless, in a word

I can’t even prepare food preparation & the difficulty is that it’s easy to not think thinking is thinking.

Haven’t written this yet & it’s difficult because it’s something I wrote down earlier; I had already stopped writing before I am touching pen to paper now.

I had thought I’d finished, & so I thought I’d start but it was too late now then.
It might be that I never could write the exact thing that I vaguely just wrote. I’m working on not working this out- my things haven’t been mine, they’re not things or mine, & I already wasn’t was therefore I am. Not.

I can’t concentrate & keep things backwards now that they’re ahead. I very clearly see through the same thing, that’s opaquely different, to be clear.
I’m glad I couldn’t write this because I don’ t think I am not unfinished (I thought of that later before).

I’d better quit now afterwards. I’ve past the future. I can stop just kept going forever never.

I have am not having written this.