All right Deviants, where were we?
Ah! That's right! We were in the middle of a story! Now, it's a bit of a jarring story in its crude mannerisms and complex metaphors that break the rhythm and the flow—don't mind my tautology—of the many words on the many surfaces somewhere on an internet page or something; however, my good readers, that story is not soon finished as it is abrasive, because many a word is left to be interpreted and pondered upon, like a rock. Just like a rock. No significance in the simile, just stating that it's like a rock—steady on, it is hard. It's a creation by the pen, or perhaps many little buttons on a rectangle with a wire protruding from its rear region. Oh, by that, it should be literature. Wondrous. How syllogisms make the world spin on its axis.
I need not make a comment or a query below or above, depending on the source of this work—and not so much source defined as a brainchild, but a physical—no, not physical—digital