Washout

Today's post has been washed out by heavy rain without a letter typed.

At 7:00 am EST, there would have been a post but for the fact that the mind was fast alseep.

At 7:50 am EST, the mind woke up and resulted in the cessation of rain in South Africa, as the mind has a deal with the Rain Gods of the land. The deal being "Stop peeing or I shoot".

At 8:10 am EST, the mind went to make breakfast.

At 8:20 am EST, the mind was in the middle of making breakfast when the Rain Gods saw their chance and started peeing again. Apparently they had a secret deal with the Food Gods, who managed to distract the mind long enough.

At 9:28 am EST, the mind came back to find that the damage has been done already. She would like to shoot the Food Gods but has an emotional attachment to them.

At 11:00 am EST, the incessant peeing washed out the entire match and the post with its toxicity. So the mind went to sleep, but not before leaving you with these words:

Somewhere, between the sacred silence and sleep,

Disorder, disorder, disorder

It means the mind is dreaming of an English massacre while she sleeps.