Experiment 2.02 - Where did this come from?

Enjoyed with something special and Duke Ellington - Caravan

Everything has a purpose…

To be purposeful…
To do something…
That’s what matters. But what is purpose without control?
 And so an element of surprise does something interesting in terms of excitement. Whatever that’s supposed to be…

Neenex… Ah, Neenex… You, the most recent of creations stumble
in and out of various realities.
Yours, for now, is the most intriguing.
An exploration.
What would happen if something totally un-unexpected happened?

As it is, Neenex is alone.
(  I wish I knew what I was here for… )
    V
    Neenex

An answer, of sorts, begins its probation

*pOOf*

        (  Strange… )
            V   
            Neenex



What could this be?
knife?
              (  Oh, what’s this? )
    (  Interesting… )    O
                            V   o
                          Neenex

The beginning of something terribly good…
Iron in the knee…   
As things are, Neenex is quite accepting of h/is/er reality…
What now?

Neenex picks up the object, which has poofled before him: The Knife?




(  Hello friend…
     You look lost like me… )
        V
        Neenex

A little bit of examination, Neenex turns the knife? And continues speaking to h/im/er/self.

(  I wonder what you’re here for… ? )
        V
        Neenex

Odd, a questioning statement… Is it right; is it wrong… does it mean anything?
 Whatever…

In steps Selby, the middle-wo/man… It would appear…

(  Hey, Meredith… What’s that in your hand? )
    V   Selby
                (  I am not this Meredith… )
            (  Sorry, what? )    O
                                 V    o
                              Neenex + knife ?

What could this mean? Neenex stares at the knife ? and extends it in greeting to Selby. S/He believes the item to be, uh, sentient…

And so, the meeting of perceived steel against imagined anatomy…
The crush, the trickle, the bone, the bleed.   
Knife ? greets a victim of rare consequence.

(  Ouch… )
        V
   Selby
       Knife?      ( what? )
                           V
                    Neenex

And so, stabbed, by an item which may be diabolically devious… hah…

What might happen now?

A question to end the fiction…

(  What the fuck does one say?)
         O  (  Is that funny? )
             o    V
           Neenex
                  
                (  I don’t think so… )
                           V
                       Selby + knife ? + bleedingprofusely

If only more could be said… Or written, or whatever…

Selby collapses, alive but not dead… Well, h/is/er existence is questionable in every which way possible.

We may only hope to discover what happens next…

BAM!
                             
 ---------------------------------
You can do it!

Experiment 2.01A - It's hard to be pointless...

Enjoyed with sour worms and something up-beat.

The world doesn’t rock and roll anymore.
Maybe that’s why there’s an imbalance.
Not enough freedom for those who really need it…

What happens when we try something different?

This means nothing.

In the midst of a social revolution, Neenex begins to interact.
It is similar to Selby in as few ways as necessary. S/He is a paradox betwixt excitement and enlightenment… Or just another experiment: with a different point of view.
And now, the introduction…

Let the amalgamation of minds commence:

(  Hello, I don’t think we’ve met properly… )
   V
Selby                     (  I know what’s happening, but I don’t   
                            know what’s going on )
        (  Oh, uh, yes… Hello )   O
                                    V      o
                                 Neenex

What happens, happens… So let it happen.

(  Are you okay?
   Where’ve you been? )
      V
 Selby               
                                             (  I need a monologue  )
            ( I have something amazing to say…)    O
                                                              V         o
                                                               Neenex

You guessed it. The New Entity Experiment launches
into a poorly written/conceived monologue.
We know not, apparently, what has possessed h/im/her to do so...

(  Upon a cliff I stood,
Screaming to the world.
Asking who I was…
All the while The THROBBING pain split my skull.
‘Twas a vice, crumpling my essence.
 Yet at the same time it was painfully pleasant, a satisfaction of sorts.
In any sense: This MASSIVE being PUFFLappeared before me in as cliché as can be considered.
It healed me!
It was the being that blessed my very existence.
And before it vanished, few words were spared. S/He told me…
S/He told me:

Knowledge is speaking, but wisdom is listening! 

And then it was over, with a resounding farewell…

Peace and harmony… peace and harmony…)
        V
Neenex

      (  What is s/he on about?  )
          V
         Selby            (  It needs to die…   )
                           V
                        TREE
    ( Totally…  )
        V
        rock                (…kill it!  )
                                V
                            guitar!

And so a rift has been caused. Separation through ignorance is an all too common theme. Perhaps there’s an element of forethought scrambling away, trying to be abused.

We observe the interaction:

(  This g/uy/irl must think I’m crazy… )
               O        (  You think I’m crazy, don’t you? )
                   o       V
                   Neenex


                    (  Crazy… Hmmm… )
                                      O       ( I’m not too sure…)
                                         o       V
                                            Selby

It would appear that Neenex is speaking its mind.
The words are bothersome to all concerned.

(  What do you know? )
          O  (  You know nothing!  )
             o    V
               Neenex
                   
                          (  That may be so… )
                                             V
                                        Selby
                   
Wait… Is this… humility?
No…

As can be expected:
In typical fashion, Selby consults the props.



(  What now? )
    V                                  (  Murder... )
   Selby                                 V             
                                           Tree
          (   Totally...   )                  
                      V           
                rock
                                  ( …kill it !!!!!!)
                                       V
                                guitar!!!!!!!!

Selby, is clearly a thinking, uh, thing, being, entity, manifestation, fun-time sun-time kinda, uh, thing. S/He has the power of free will.
And a peculiar way of handling it…

As it is: S/He considers all h/is/er thoughts before acting on a single idea.

Truly incredible…

In any event, let’s focus on this current event;
Selby puts forth h/er/is understanding of good will.

(  Do you want to hear a joke? )
            V
            Selby
                        (  Is it funny? )
                            V
                            Neenex


Reflection before reply.

(  No… Not really…)
         V
   Selby

                          ( Okay…)
                 ( … )     O
                     V    o
                    Neenex


Things are at an interesting intersection.
The pressure is unbearable.


Our story ends here.

Surprise Guest Appearance...

Enjoyed with: Give me a break... C'mon... You know what...

Perfection first, production value later...

At times, mystical events can be quite powerful. Great power can be harnessed through the abuse of the profound. Sometimes the more complicated it appears, the more easily and unwittingly we believe in it’s authority. This is irrelevant…

The world is fraught with peril.
There is no choice but to assert some control.
Control through freedom has become bothersome.
A more direct approach is necessary.

Neenex is currently torn from reality by an incisive headache. S/He has wandered off into the spacious wilderness wrought through thought. It would appear that the meeting with Selby had no effect on h/im/her -
A minor event:
The new entity stands atop a cliff.
Try to imagine:
This is purely for the sake of scope in tipping the epic sale. 

(WHO AM I?!)
    V          
    Neenex   
                  c
                 l
                i
               f
             f

Enter the Deity.



*M
     A    
        S                      ( Sounds like the wind's crying... )
            S                            O  ( What the fuck! )                   
                I                             o       V
                  V                           Neenex
P  U  F  F  L  E*
             
He is something resembling an hallucination. Hmmm…

               (...dig...)
                    V

              (Uh, okay...)
                   O ( Awareness! )
                       o     V
                        Neenex




 And now for some love and understanding…
Let’s hope the interaction is worthwhile.

( Knowledge is speaking, 
   But wisdom is listening… )
        V

                            (What the fuck?)   
              (… Okay?)         O
                          V        o
                          Neenex









 Brevity is essential – it adds to the mystery…
 
(  ...Peace and Harmony... )
    V

                 
                           

        ( This is, uh... )
                    O   (  Everything is so
                        o        new...)
                          o     V
                         Neenex






The end of a powerful interaction…

*M
    A    
        S                 
         
            S                  ( What else can I say? )
               I                               O    (What the fuck…)
                  V                             o      V
P  U  F  F  L  E*                       Neenex


In all events there is confusion, at the beginning at least.
Slowly the world unfolds in an interesting way.
And slowly we understand what is going on.

Neenex has been confronted by a powerful invention. It seems that it has become necessary to invent one (Note: nomenclature starts with a V and ends with an E).

What recourse will this interaction with a “higher” power have on our new entity? An experiment, which might be interesting to run on the side… Let’s experience this…



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Open the oven. The cookies are done.

                      

The way things are at this point...

NOTE: THIS IS AN OFF THE CHART EXPERIMENT!!!

So… Where are we?

We have the subjects. (Lined up appropriately… or, uh, accordingly?)

    •    Tesuon
    •    Suvaal
    •    Selby
    •    Neenex

And added to the group three seemingly unspecific objects of unknown origin, namely: a rock, a tree and a guitar.

They are what might be called, displaced (err…) in a reality. The purpose of these experiments is to discover the length and breadth of their eternally malleable reality. It is formed through language and it is being played with. (Totally…)

And so, through the use of choice words and textual intercourse (you better know what I mean… because I don’t know if I do), we have achieved an amazing misunderstanding. We could say the misunderstanding is part of the understanding. (Yeah, I know…)

Distinguishing is another issue (uhm). Try to note how the misuse and abuse of ersatz-matter <-(interesting, ain’t it?) has created some truly diabolical and delicious possibilities. (mMMmm) Yet don’t be alarmed when we pop culture. There is an attempt to eliminate the dimensions of difference.

Well… It should be admitted: the initial intention has malformed into something else. It has the potential to be quite beautiful. There’s a saying about lesser-known paths… hmmm… It might apply.

In any case: We have created time, space and any place. An allegedly coherent thread of existence is in… uhm… existence... (it’s supposed to be this way…)

We have successfully arrived, illogically and perhaps quote (yes) fortunately upon a new world. With limitless power we need only imagine the process and proceedings.

As it is, we are now stuck in this faux-reality constructed by a handful of thoughts… and hopefully it is hammered with a preeminence of fun…

Moisten your eyeballs… Have fun… Peace and Harmony…  Awesome…

To conclude:

An adequate amount of effort is being made to summarise the initial experiments. It should be completed soon… Along with series 2.1A of the experiments.

Experiment 1.10A

Enjoyed with: A glass of red wine and Pink Floyd – Mudmen

All good things must come to a friend… Or is it with?
We have established a messy reality. 
It is unstructured and incoherent at best. 
Yet the most interesting developments are being observed.
It kind of makes you think. 
That is: if we are blessed with such a thing as thought...
It has been a pleasure. 
Perhaps it always was?

There’s much to be said for leaving things undone. In this instance: closure will not come so easily. Especially in our relevant existence… Yet, just when you think you’re at an end, you discover how stubborn the horizon actually is.
A never-ending reality where anything can happen…

And so:  
Selby stands at ease. S/He has gained a sense of self that is manifesting more and more obscurities everyday.
In a conversation that could be deep S/He speaks:

(… with a weird force, punching holes in my head.
    It was scary but… uhm… exciting )                   
                          V                                                  (  wo/man, you're
                     Selby                                                     Sooo cool. )
                                                                                    V
                                                                                 TREE
                                       ( mmMm, the holes
                                      and being punched…
                                   Tell me more about it!... )   
                                          V
                                     guiTar!
    ( Shut up, guitar!
         You don’t wanna
freak out our target audience!!! )
                    V
                rock

If rock, guitar! and tree had eyes, the would surely be staring at Selby.
Selby is intrigued, perhaps this is the best time for a distraction.

( What target audience? )
        V                                      ( Oh, it’s just crazy talk. )
       Selby                                              V
                                                        TREE
                                                                      (  Nothin’ to it… )
                      ( Yeah, stop talkin’                       V
                        crazy, Selby. )                           GUITAR!
                           V
                       rock
Now…

*PUFFLE*

        ( What in the… )       
              V
          Selby                          (   F  U  C  K !  )
                                                 V     V      V           
                                          Guitar! TREE rock

Let the distraction commence. 
Another test, perhaps, to test?
Once more, in a great burst of… well, you know… it just appeared!
Ready to exist.

(  Hello… Who am I?
What am I doing here?)
          V
      Neenex

With calm resolve, Selby decides to take charge of the situation. 
S/He let’s h/er/is thoughts be known.

(  It’s okay guys…
I got this… )
  V                               ( Better do something... )
  Selby                                         V
                                               TREE
          (MmmM… Yeah…)
                    V                         (  …Looks like trouble…)
                 GuitAr!                         V
                                                      rock

With composure, Selby confronts the creation.

( Hello … Who are you?
What are you doing here?! )
           V
       Selby                (… didn’t I just ask that?)
                                   O     (  I… just sort of… appeared! )  
                                       o      V
                                       Neenex                              
                                   

There’s something pleasantly odd about Neenex. It is certain that s/he will fit in quite perfectly… Almost...
Almost as if s/he were made for this reality.

(  Do you have a name? )
     V
    Selby       
                (  What’s a name? )
                    V
                    Neenex

Selby desperately consults those around h/im/er

( I don’t know what to do… )
       V                                           (  Looks like a Meredith… )
       Selby                                           V
                                                      TREE
                                    (  kill it… )
                                       V
                                   GuITar!
( Just be nice…
     First... )
        V
        rock
                   
Selby returns h/is/er attention to the new entity.

( Tree says you look like a “Meredith”.
And guitar is just weird but rock said I should be nice.
    Soooo…. )
           V
           Selby
                                                    (  What is tree?
                                                          What is rock?
                                                            What is Meredith? 
                                                       My head is splitting. )
                                                            V
                                                     Neenex

It is clear to Selby and h/er/is cohorts that Neenex is having a rough time absorbing h/er/is reality.

(  What the fuck guys? )
              V                                         ( Seems crazy to me… )
            Selby                                         V
                                                          TREE
            (  Yeah, total head case… )
                     V
                    rock                     (  kill it… )
                                                  V
                                            guitAR!

Selby can’t help but feel connected to the new being. 
The head splitting should have been a clue. 
For now, at this moment in the mixed reality of Neenex and Selby, we are witness to empathy.

(  Take it easy… Relax…
     Do you wanna play a mind game or something? )
          V
         Selby
                                                   ( ? )
                                                    O   (  ! )
                                                       o   V
                                                     Neenex


This is where it ends... For now...



And so the series of experiments 1.1A-1.10A is completed.
There is definitely more to be explored. 
Let anticipation fuel desire.

The forthcoming series of experiments 2.1A-2.10A should be tantalizing….

Mmmm… Are your eyeballs still moist?
 
If so,

Read something...


       

Experiment 1.9A

Enjoyed with: Grapes and The Who – Pinball Wizard

It’s amazing what we can do if we try. 
There’s probably a one liner to contradict everything or propagate what is actually nothing.
How often do we act on the words of others?
What process does thought play in our interactions and more.

Alone… but not quite.
Selby has discovered a new relationship. It is conveniently early; s/he has subjugated him/her/self to the role of impromptu prompter. So then, among “friends” s/he enjoys the darker side of reality. 
S/He discusses h/is/er altercation with forced thought.

(  ...It hurt a lot at first. And then, 
     once you guys showed up,                ( No worries, buddy. )
       It got so much easier. )                           V
          V                                                      TREE  
        Selby                                                             ( mMmMMm )
                                                                                  V
                                                                             guitar!

                  (  That’s what we’re                             
                        here for. Selby… )                                             
                                      V
                                   rock   



If Selby didn’t feel comfortable, s/he may be concerned. This would be the correct reaction, we’re told. 
Let’s explore lightly…

( How do you know my name ?
I’m feeling what I think is called anxiety )
                       V
                 Selby                     (  I think you’re actually
                                                     feeling excited…  )
                                                                       V
                                                                   Tree        ( Oh yeah… )
                                                                                     V        
                ( We’re friends…                                    GuItAR!
                        And friends know each
                              other’s names… )               
                           V
                        Rock

The logic is overpowering. Selby succumbs.

( Oh, wow…
      I was getting
    a little worried there… )
                     V
                    Selby   

It seems malicious, creepy; there might be something sadomasochistic about it. We’ll just have to wait and see…

- The length of reality is stretched: equal to a quantum physics lecture. The unfurling is simple to understand. So much so that it sent time flying, quite rapidly in fiction... 
All for the best I suppose seeing as time can’t swim.

Wouldn’t it be great if things got a little more risqué?

   (  Hey, Selby, dude/ette:
        has guitar
introduced itself properly? )
      V                                        ( Oh yeah, You’re going to   
    TREE                                              Love this! )
                                                                    V
            ( mmm, come here,                      rock   
            You look delicious… )
                 V
          guitar!

( Uuuh, why
is guitar! In motion?  )
     V
 Selby

Sometimes things can get strange…
Guitar! Professionally seats itself in Selby’s lap.
S/He encourages h/er/im to stroke its strings. In doing so, an object or two have become textually aroused.

( MmmMmm. That’s right baby,
    Just like that….
oOoOH! You’ve got the touch!  )                 ( I’m feeling
          V                                                        Really awkward… )
      Guitar!                                                            V
                                                                          Selby
( Hey, it’s okay buddy.
    Guitar is just expressing
    Itself through emotion )                ( It’s all good…
        V                                           guitar! know's what its doin'… )
     TREE                                                                       V
                                                                                  rock

Now is the hour of learning. To be precise: it wasn’t entirely about learning; it was more about remembering or recognition…
Before the introduction of Selby there was a random variable or two attached.  
Perhaps we’ll see something like a “talent” appear

-It is after a while...
 S/He has mastered the pleasures of guitar!.
 Both are satisfied, to a certain extent.
 This was perhaps the beginning of guitar!, rock and tree’s evil plans.
 If they had made any that is…
 Or were waiting for them to be made…

We’ll just have to see how things develop...

-On the other side of reality sits Tesuon and Suvaal. They have been observing from their decidedly “safe” distance.
Which equates to: far enough to see, but not close enough to hear.

They discuss action.
They are evolving admirably.
Again:
Remembering more than learning?

( Let’s go see what
       puffle is up to… )        ( Yeah, totally. )
           V                                               V
       Suvaal                                       Tesuon


They have made the short trip and are close enough to see and hear but far enough to be impersonal.

Selby is still highly engaged in the guitar!. Selby is making sounds that are next to pain and pleasure.  Perhaps combined…
It’s unknown yet strange and
creepy to Tesuon and Suvaal.

( Hey, puffle… Are you okay?
    What is that… uh… I think
    The word is sound? )                 ( …sound like,
         V                                                   uhm...
    Suvaal                                   You’re in pain or pleasure?)
                                                               V
                                                        Tesuon

Exhausted by the hypnotic smothering from guitar’s! immense understanding of  textual intercourse. Selby attempts to stop.

The sounds…

The music…

The Feeling

 ( It hurts…
        But I’m okay…
I just need                              ( Mmm… It always hurts
    To stop… for a while )             the first time 
                   V                           But it gets so much better…
                Selby                           Trust me...
                                           After all, what is 
                                       pleasure without pain?)
                                                        V
                                                GUITAR~                       

Selby has finished the seductive self-mutilation. S/He is what can only be described as happy, relieved. S/He returns from another reality it seems.
Guitar! Is satisfied at being able to hurt someone for the first time…
Again…

For a reason, Tesuon and Suvaal make no notice of guitar!
They are freaked out - to be upfront about it.
So they decide to move away, into the increased distance.

It seems that without full understanding
they were thrust into a fountain of fear.

And so:
Leaving without speaking: Their minds lacerated by the melody, the music.
It should be obvious that Tesuon and Suvaal are perplexed by their recognition of sound and all it’s complexities.

They will most probably stay in silence for a long while.
 All so that they can contemplate their ever changing existence…
And more…
  
 As for Selby, s/he is suitably pleased.

(  Wow… You know,
       that was pretty great, actually. )     
                            V                            
                         Selby               ( Oh,
                                                    it’s always good when     
                                                  Guitar! is involved )
                                                           V
                                                       TREE
                   ( Yeah, absolutely. )
                               V
                             rock
                                                 ( I always enjoy virgins…
                                                   It’s probably because 
                                                    they try their best.
                                            …But with you, I was impressed.
                                                Maybe, just change your genre 
                                                             and go for longer...)
                                                       V
                                                  guitar!

Nothing more to it… Satisfaction has silenced the mind. Selby and h/is/er “friends” enjoy the peace and harmony.

( If it wasn’t for you guys.
    I’m pretty sure I’d be crazy right now… )
             V
           Selby                                    ( Ah, thanks guy. )   
                                                                 V
                                                           TREE
                (  It’s a pleasure… )
                        V
                    guitar                       ( Friends forever! )
                                                         V
                                                      rock

Without making a prejudgment, Selby leaps into the air and makes a sound of joy.

Something that is good to understand.

Perhaps the most interesting thing to come out of this experiment is the examples of appreciation that Selby inherently feels and expresses.

Quite oddly…
Stupefying!   

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Here we go

Experiment 1.8A

Enjoyed with: A mild sedative and Pink Floyd – Is There Anybody Out there?

In a world of apparently nothing, Selby comes to terms with his new-found existence. It can be torturous.
Being forced to learn and understand so much in such a short period of time.
Pain should end eventually.

On a fine, decidedly summer, day not long after a confounding incident. There is movement in reality.
Anguished and in constant thought. Burdened by a babbling brain. There is a shaping in the verse.

- With no one to speak to, Selby marches through the surroundings.

( Where am I going? )
    O
       o ( This is odd… )
               V
          Selby

The peace of being alone allows for further elaboration and experience. Much calmer and relaxed, there’s nothing to do but think.
And so: S/He begins speaking to itself.

( Hello? )
   O 
     o ( Hello? )
           V
         Selby

More… Yes…

( How are you doing? )
    O
        o ( Fine I guess… I just feel like
                there’s this great big cloud
                     or something hovering over me.
                I can’t explain it... )
                    V             
               Selby

It’s good that Selby has found someone to speak with. Lest his mind fall into madness… Hmmm…

For now, he is comforted by his thoughts.

( It’s okay. I understand exactly what you mean.  )
    O
       o ( It’s reassuring to know that I’m not alone. )
              V
           Selby

Perhaps we can help the situation.
A test of Selby’s reaction towards the props…

( What’s this then? )
          O
            o ( Hmmm.)
                 V                                 GUItAR!
               Selby                         TREE
                                                     ROCK


An element of surprise?

( I know what these are… )
    O
       o ( That’s a guitar…                                               GuiTaR!
             And that’s a tree…                                      tReE
             And that last one is a rock… )                                Rock
                    V
               Selby

The results are not really as astounding as they actually are.

In any case, space, time or place, something has to happen. Like, maybe: A breakdown of mental stability…
 Sorry Selby, perhaps it was too soon.

( How very interesting… )
    O
        o ( Indubitably )
               V                                             GUITar!
            Selby                                  TREE
                                                             Rock
   
And so a mutation of sorts makes itself known.
There’s a word... It’s just about putting in the effort and finding it.
What?
Delusional?
Schizophrenic?
Regardless!
At this very moment, things are actually quite entertaining.
               
                                    ( Hey… you with the face… )
                                                V                                   GUItAR!
    ( This is new…)                TREE
           V                                                     ROCK
          Selby

It has begun. The consequences are elaborate. Yet there’s always something more. Or is that just hope? Anyway, Selby is strangely comfortable with the conversation. The props’ knowledge and understanding of things is amazing.

In the middle of the conversation, there is a little word play…

( It’s amazing how
    you know so much, guitar! )       
        V                                         ( Yeah, s/he’s crazy insane
    Selby                                       about the knowledge and stuff. )
                                                                            V
                                                                           TREE       
                                          ( Aw, shucks… )
                                              V
                                       GuitAR!

                                              ( It’s the truest thing
                                                       since truth itself. )
                                                                       V 
                                                                   ROCK

Through no intention at all they become what might be called friends – if the term can even be applied at such an early stage.
 It is at this moment that Selby looks in the distance and sees the shapes of Tesuon and Suvaal. They are still arguing about something.
Selby ignores this and returns to his comfortable and current reality.

( It’s nice to have some real friends. )
    O                   
       o ( I love you guys! )                ( Aaww, what a sweety.)
            V                                                V
            Selby                                   GuiTAR!
                       
                                                   ( Cute, I’ll give you that much…
                                                                 But I’m into it )
                ( Right back at ya,                       V
                            buddy… )                      TREE
                       V               
                   rock

-On a piece of existence, overlooking the unraveling of a separate reality stands Tesuon and Suvaal. They view the situation from afar and with something resembling disdain.

( Damn, who is s/he speaking to? )
    V
    Suvaal           ( I'm forced to say the props … uuhh… )
                             V
                    Tesuon

A private chuckle between friends… They embrace something new and exciting.
A better form of exchange.

( What’s that word you know? )
               V                   
            Tesuon           ( Oh… I think it was (psycho)
                                                Loser! )    O
                                                      V     o
                                                     Suvaal

Hmmm… Quite…

( Yeah, I mean just look at it.
What a loser… Just…
Standing there,
 What an idiot. )            ( Now you’re just being an asshole )
          V                                  V
        Tesuon                    Suvaal

For some reason that is easily explained, the two of them fall into their routine. Aggressive affection.

(  Shut up, dick… )
       V                      ( Not this again… )
    Tesuon                     V
                                Suvaal

Tesuon and Suvaal are close… Almost as if they were made for each other... Perhaps more intimately than they’d like.  It seems as though they are bound to one another by imaginative cause. 

Their understanding has adapted quite nicely. It could be a great shame if they keep acting in such a juvenile manner.

-An appropriate distance away, Selby is pleased and at peace. S/He has made what might be called “real” friends.

For a purpose that could be humorous:
Selby stands underneath TREE and enjoys the shade.

                                  TREE
( I feel so cool right now. )       
             V                                   GuitaR!   
           Selby                     rock

An interesting story is unfolding. There’s still much to be done
and more to explore.
It seems that in this verse knowledge and understanding is somewhat erratic, though it’s always around when needed.
  
There is always another if not better way to explain things…

Perhaps...