And then...Poof! Gone. Prematurely ejaculated. This ejaculate. Messy, fragmented, and alone. Unloved, it seems. Repulsive. Hideous! Literally, horrific to behold. All mish-mashed (asymmetrical, lopsided...disfigured). Hopelessly helpless, shamefully naked, and utterly exposed. FUBAR. SNAFU-fated, and...and...still...SOOOO ALOOONE! Born bastardly, DAMMIT...NOT dastardly. Half-tarded. Abandoned, no? NO! Silence took back its place. Order restored itself. Fleeting, best describes - or, perhaps, shortlived is a bet... NO! (cut to the frightened-by-who-knows-what flock - spooked and now airborne...flight mode - then dial it back to where-it-all-began, specifically, unpack the slower-than-f*ck zoom-in, and make it snappy! Huh? (To be - NOOO! - continued...no?)

I envisioned a scenario; and within it, I saw a simple setting; tangible, yet inanimate, objects, came into view; one square table , two upright arm chairs, crafted from bamboo, and three aged books, bound in leather, saw I; six tangible, yet inanimate, objectsobjects gathered together boundbooks; the books - stacked unneatly,, yet cohesively - ouged on theoccupied one corner of the the the table, and the two chairs, sat slightly askew from a series of images that were individually framed