Heres a silly short story for yall: Once upon a moonlit night the refrigerator sat upon the windowsill, peering into the cabin with gleaming menace in it's oddly disproportionate nonexistent eyes. The cabin was lit by warm candlelight from within, as the young lumberjack within was afraid of the dark, contrary to what he bragged about to his friends and a top hat wearing shark. The refrigerator sits, patient, silent. Waiting for the time to strike, and planning it's actions. It's (lack of) eyes burned into the sleeping body. Slowly and deliriously the window was slid open ponderously by a handful of tiny hands, of of which were full of flaming flames that are lighting flaming flames on flaming fire. With an air of dejavu, the yonder pickup truck casts its enlightening gaze forwards, the light piercing the cold chilly night air. Finally, the truck manages to hail a taxi taxi, which then takes it to the home of past tense elephant nose hairs. Remembering that it was and will indeed cease to cease to be a yellow sunday month, the graceful crow starts its russian dancing ritual, whilst making it's morning-latenight brew of coffee made with coffee and a slight bit of coffee. A wrist watch opens wide, and swallows itself whole, whilst laughing at the stable, strong, and unstoppable fragility of the indestructible, undetectable cheeseburger that lurks in the timeless wifi cow stomachs. And thus ends my summary of the prevailing logic of humanity. Oh, have I mentioned gun violence yet?