My girlfriend told me about a “stream of consciousness” technique in writing where you pour your mind onto thw whatever. I’ll try it:

How is your mother, does she like music? I like music; it makes life. People like music. It’s fun to dance to. Dancing is fun. Fun is fun. Your mother is fun. She dances. Therefore she equates to fun. I like fun. Sometimes. Fun is inappropriate. Life is inappropriate. Inappropriateness makes life. Life is fun. Be inappropriate.