From beneath the barn lept a tiny dog on nimble tentacles. Pointing toward my mind with igloo-shaped thorns of alabaster and lemonade; it cautiously kept secret from me that it would not like to be called "man" but would rather not be called at all.  I slowly whispered in my mind's loudest voice of doorknobs coated in a thousand deadly safeties; and the masses won the day, thus insuring a victory of lonely fellowship.

We looked to the left and beheld a sky of dark brilliance pouring forth a cascading blaze of near and unreachable truth. As perception began to dissolve eons of forgotten dreams that compile that which is; I ceased to feel and see and hear; I only perceived. "That which is" became the great "no-thing", a chaos of individual torrents of light that no eye can see; the light of infinite nothing. Form was a foreign concept in a non-place where no concept was worthy of the strict and pure chaos.

So I played amidst the ages as a tingle in a tornado, until I began to fear time. And as I feared, time worked to lend form. The chaos; undescribable, as beauty does not exist within this level of transcendence, began to suffer from pains of order. Wrything and shaking into a neon-red spiraling collumn to our now-existent left and a vine-covered neon-orange lattice wall to our now-existent right. I flowed around this inner track as a shot of light barrelling through all the hyphens in the previous sentence... and more and more solid with each trip around.

I began to hear the hollow echo of my own rythmic breathing, as it echoed my desire to return to our illusions of corners and hard, cold edges. I begin to feel a sinister longing to piss off an english teacher so i dabble in poor capitalization while i rub out a run on sentence with slang and i can't deside if i should end it with a preposition or a transitive so i just let the cards fall wherever they may and the decision is made by me to do both here. So having bullied my native tongue and taken its milk money, I turn toward that corner of my mind that belongs to her... I'll need some privacy for this part.