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!   

----------------
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...

Experiment 1.7A

Enjoyed with: Cinnamon tea and Led Zeppelin – How Many More Times

Befriend before you offend.
A Natural law of the universe is one that is constantly 
trying to be broken.

A mild disagreement has brought Tesuon and Suvaal together. Funny enough… They are attempting, it seems, to assert themselves. 
They have been embroiled in a heated argument for quite a stretch of reality.

Suddenly, with few thoughts to fight with,
they reduce themselves to  ill-referenced words.
A small gift of sorts.

(  Why are you being
such an asshole about it?
  I was here before you,
  so I decide  what to do with it! )
         V
Tesuon

    ( Don’t be such a dick.
        We should decide together! )
           V
    Suvaal

Now what?

(  You’re a an asshole! )
    V
  Tesuon

    (  You’re a dick! )
        V
        Suvaal

Luckily, Selby is nearby. S/He is a being of another design, instantly aware of everything. It is currently nauseated with knowledge and understanding. Carelessly made for the sake of some unknown reason yet to be fabricated.

There is no doubt that s/he is endowed with a great, big hunk of smoldering, you guessed it: knowledge and understanding.

After a while of observation,
Selby moves in to imply its existence.


( Awareness!
    I think therefore I am. )
      O
         o (  Hey, just chillax… Why are you two getting so loud? )
                V
             Selby

Ignorant or naïve or both: Suvaal and Tesuon enjoy a new emotion next to rage.

( Because s/he’s an asshole! )
          V
        Tesuon
   
           ( And s/he’s being a dick! )
                V
            Suvaal

( My head hurts from all this understanding! )
    O
       o
    Selby

And now a defining moment in Selby’s forced acceptance of self-awareness. The honesty is brutal… So much so that it should be funny.

(  …Stop fucking around. I’ve got a headache. )
       V
      Selby

(  ?  !  .  . )         ( ?  .  .  . )                                         
  O                       O
 o                           o   
Tesudon         Suvaal

The manner in which the three handle this interaction is…
interesting, if not admirable.
Selby is clearly more than Tesuon or Suvaal in terms of something or another (You know what I mean).

Yet his existential experience has just begun.

(  Asshole! )    ( Dick! )
        V                V
     Tesuon    Suvaal

(  I don’t think they even know
      what those words mean. )
        O
           o
        Selby

Tired from such a sudden impact of realization, Selby meander’s off and stumbles along battling with just being, if you wish.
The first impression of Tesuon and Suvaal is forged into h/er/is fresh and fertile mind.
It was an interesting encounter;
I’m sure that Selby will think so too.

So s/he moves off, determined to rest h/er/is rattled mind and gain a clearer consciousness. S/He is quite befuddled, for lack of a seriously funny word.

This is how things are. Allow simmering…

Hmmmm.... It appears reality is expanding...

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What is going on?

Experiment 1.6A

Enjoyed with: A cigarette... and Digitalism – Anything New

 All that can be good is good. And all that can be bad has not yet been decided. This is the current predicament that Suvaal and Tesuon are in. They are relatively lost. All the while attempting to understand and develop in frightfully fictional ways.

To stimulate development new entities have been added. This is done to observe the bond between Tesuon and Suvaal, to understand how powerful their relationship has become. And so they are given some newly recognized items, the two converse and construct conclusions.

As it is: Suvaal stumbled upon them one day whilst meditating on the meaning of being meaningless.

( So then I found these things.
   I didn’t quite know what to call them )                             GUITAR!
                  V                                                              TREE
            Suvaal                                                                 ROCK
                                                                                        

Tesuon examines the occurrence and desperately oversteps his current mental capacity.

( I, I need to know. )
    V
Tesuon                                                     GUiTAR!
                                                     TREE
    (It’s okay…)                                     ROCK
        V
        Suvaal


Suvaal starts the never-ending tumble into understanding h/er/is reality.
Yes, s/he has gotten smarter…
 But for how much longer and to what extent?

( Everthing we need to know is right there.
        It’s obvious and simple. I’m sure it’s within
The realm of reason and reality. )
             V                                                                     GuITAR!       
        Suvaal                                                            TREE
                                                                                           ROCK

The new arrivals are but a small part of their path to greater understanding. Things are quite surreal at this moment. So much so that the answers are constantly changing. 

It's just a pity they can't grasp and understand the meaning of words.

The two beings move closer and whisper, unsure and uncomfortable, about their understanding. Their dialogue is intense.



( I can see the answer… I think I know.... )
      V                                                                            guiTAR!
    Tesuon               
                                                                                 TREE
    (  Don’t read too much into it. )                                      rock
             V
           Suvaal

Incredible. The quiet moment, framed by a memory; seconds that move like minutes accompany a shared silence. They are both aware of an equally remembered and easily remedied vulnerability.

Tesuon has already claimed his illiteracy. Funny if not interesting, that h/is/er existence is almost entirely dependant on that one flaw.
 Irony is a bad word.

( Sorry, I forgot. )
      V
     Suvaal

    ( Uhm… Uh, It’s okay. I’m sure
                 I’ll be able to read sometime. )
          V
        Tesuon

The rapport. Amazing how easily they have fallen into it…

    ( I think that you can read.
       You just don’t know it yet. )
         V
     Suvaal   

             (  Thanks.
                  I can’t help but believe
                     you’re right… I just… )   
                         V
                    Tesuon

No thoughts for his words. So then: no words from his thoughts. Tesuon and Suvaal are both struggling to cope. 

And now, the introduction of a volatile element: Let us call it Selby.

- In the middle of an intimate moment between Suvaal and Tesuon.
… The appropriate time required for this to work.


( I mean, I was just going to say
     that it doesn’t mean you’re stupid )
        V
     Suvaal

        ( ? )
            O
           o
         Tesuon

( It’s just that you’re not as smart as me… )
        V
     Suvaal


Suddenly, in a great burst of text, er-uh... smoke and a timid attempt at flash and bang.
It appears…

                *PUFFLE*

(  What in the… ? )       
       V
Tesuon
                              ( Fuck…! )
                                   V
                            Suvaal

And so it is… Two can become three. Selby is born with a suitable amount of knowledge and understanding. Included in this package is the ability to think more robustly and a self-awareness that might be irrational. 

Without a doubt s/he is the most intelligent (depending on how you spread your butter) creation to date.

       (  I AM AWARE! )
               V
             Selby
   
(  !?!?!?!?! )     (  …Not enough words… )
     V                      O
Tesuon                      o   
                             Suvaal
           
Two self-aware entities are forced to come to terms with a new being. 
This is the first time Tesuon and Suvaal have witnessed firsthand the birth of an idea, a thing of potential beauty – depending on how it all goes.



It might be believed that we've learned something about the bonding experience. 
More on this later...

Let’s hope it doesn’t conclude too quickly.

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Time for something that could be related

Experiment 1.5A

Enjoyed with: Chocolate cake and Pink Floyd - Any Colour You Like

Decision is crucial in helping us determine who we are. Without self-determination it becomes ultimately more difficult to understand the world. There’s much to be said about it.
Let’s consider what “decision” is without “knowledge”.
All this, of course, tempered with enough knowledge to know a decision has to be made.

Two things are in existence. If you want to be picky, then we could say three. The third is quite possibly, but not exclusively, truth. So:

In situational and always appropriate surroundings there is an important interaction unfolding.

( So… what are you supposed to be? )
    V
 Tesuon

             ( I’m not sure actually. )
                 V
           Suvaal

And now the often poorly applied dabble in deduction. Maybe something more…

(  Well, I somehow know that I’m a ???
       so that must make you a ??? too… )
    V
Tesuon

There are always many answers to any solution. There should be a reference to Occam’s razor, which is sharp with wit, at this point, but alas.  

-  reality continues to change.

( What if I don’t want to be a ??? )
    V
    Suvaal

It is surprisingly adamant.

And then with the sometimes-meager grip of comprehension, Tesuon speaks with prejudice - which s/he has just acquired.

( Whwat? You’re telling me you’d rather be a ??! ?)
    V
Tesuon


         (  Hmmm… )
            V
        Suvaal

The prompt and pressured reply.

    (  Looks more exciting than a ???... )
        V
    Suvaal

Tesuon is overcome with an emotion that still needs to be defined. Regardless: s/he makes known h/is/er predetermined beliefs. And a new word!

( I should’ve expected it… fuckin’ ??!’s )
    V
 Tesuon

    ( What if I want to be a !?! instead? )
         V
         Suvaal

The flux of their reality.

(  I’ve never thought about that before. )
    V
Tesuon

 (  Well, I am lead to believe that
         thinking can help a lot.
     Even though sometimes
       I’m not sure whether my
         thoughts are my own or not. )
                     V
              Suvaal

Might impress someone, even if s/he doesn’t understand it.
Let’s see what Tesuon has to say.

(  Do you think maybe I could be a !?!  ?)
    V
Tesuon

Surprise is slippery (In many ways, but not what you think… uh… sweetheart) yet it never ceases to be interesting.

And so Suvaal, strangely, feels a sense of superiority, its caress is seductive and character changing. Unsure if the hollow words might be acoustic and substantially appropriate:

( I reckon’ you can be whatever you want to be… Within reason... )
     V
     Suvaal

The interaction is over and something has been evolving for a short while. Yet how far will it stretch before the snap?

Thoughts without substance?
Belief and Thought? 
More interesting things to consider.

Perhaps provocation…
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Fun through fondling fact and fiction... Factual fiction?

Experiment 1.4A - it was just lying around, begging to be used.

Enjoyed with: A cookie, tea and The Violent Femmes - Prove my Love

When getting to know someone, it’s important to express emotion. It’s the first step in physically connecting. There’s probably a song or book about it. This has something to do with nothing.

Meaningless talk, known to some as waffling, can be quite agitating. Tesuon has been experiencing an excess of words, much to the dismay of his equally unequal counterpart.

( You’re quite irritating… )
       V
Suvaal

    ( Stop flirting with me. )
        V
    Tesuon

As always, flavour can be amplified through contrast. Which is why certain ingredients are often required when trying to create something uh… interesting?: In this case, a sprinkling of mild understanding and awareness.

( What makes you think I’m flirting with you? )
    V
 Suvaal

    ( ... )
        O
           o
    Tesuon

A second of silence: Perhaps a frame of five.

( … )
   V
Tesuon

    (  ? )
       O
          o
    Suvaal

And finally, the long awaited reply. Honestly simple and starved of wisdom.

( You’re talking to me… )
    V
Tesuon

Again, the silent process that always accompanies the acquisition of knowledge, or the refutation thereof(It works). Perhaps it could be said that s/he is dumbstruck?

( … )
  V
Suvaal

With nothing else for it, Suvaal approaches Tesuon and physically assaults h/er/im.
An imaginary hand on a conceptualized face…






The resounding slap creates an element of fact in this fiction.

Splendorous spontaneity.


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There’s supposed to be something else here.