Eight minutes to spluge

Spluge is a word I created. It means to type random thoughts so as to ease the enormous pressure on my brain-thing. I think. Anywho, I like to wander around and think about it, dolphins have no hands, and yet they still swim without lettuce is the only vegetable that is never sold frozen or canned, only fresh. Tommorow I'm going to start the 10 in 10 challenge. Ten significant pieces of writing in ten days. I think that the most tasty thing in the field of battle would have to be the food. Corpses and dirt may very well be good, but I would rather feast upon hardtack and raw stew. My mind is speaking in riddles but my fingers tell a different tale. It calls to those who cannot hear and bids them farewell in the strictest sense of the word. I cannot keep typing, alas, because my eight miutes is almost up. Anyway, I don't have as much in my head, I huge-spluged last night.