Jibberish.

Sometimes the mind wanders into a direction that is uncommon and completely misunderstood. It tells your fingers where they should go and what keys to press and then you just hope that it all comes out in a sense that is understandable to anyone that might read it. Sometimes it just comes out in a way that is amusing and yet not very noticeable. At other times, after the reader reads what you have written they wonder, "Why did I just spend the 5 minutes reading this crap that was written before me?"

The monkeys wonder if the world below them can see them when they fling poo from the tops of the trees.

A fascination with monkeys can be a good thing. It could also be an imaginative sequence of events that are, in part, a subconscious belief that there are some things out that there that can't be explained. How could this be? It's not completely understood, since most things that can't be explained are more often then not misunderstood.

In the world there are things. These things are there for the reasoning that something must always be somewhere. Just the facts that you are not there doesn't mean that something isn't happening. When a person asks, "How are things?", are they genuinely asking because they want to know or is it a typical polite question that people ask in order to seem like they care? The true question is, do you really care why they're asking or are you just answering so you don't have to go in depth about why you don't care if they ask?

The monkeys sleep in a way that the one open eye can still see when the poo is being flung upon the flinger.

Jibberish speak is a way to release the unopened. It can help bring out many things. You just open that vein that goes to the fingers and let the mind see what it is that you haven't written yet. At times it flows without thought. Other times it flows forever with just a simple jester. If you must think what you're allowing to flow then your not being jibberish. At that point your actually writing and not letting the ability just flow forth from that simple little area that contains the thoughts that you don't think but that wrestle within that tiny area.

The monkey, it sits and peels away the fabric that contains the necessary requirements to be what it needs.

Sometimes the jibberish brings out comical despair. It could bring out the comical laughter from the possibility that laughter is what brings us all the quotient that is needed. It's finely wrapped in many different layers so as to appease just about everyone. It provides itself in many different views. It can be humiliating to one and humorous to another. It could be the biggest despair to one and completely change their view of life forever. Yet, that same occurrence could be the catalyst for another's inability to stop laughing.

The monkeys sit and wait for the time to continue the point that they were thinking when they happened upon the branch that holds them.