yet ironically refreshing.

Something started to

(man, this is getting weird and totally funny)

fall from above

and landed beside

me, on my

briefcase full of

Windows repair books

that were useless

dreams devolving quietly

into the realm

of everlasting nothingness.

But then suddenly,

there appeared a

looming shadow of

Giant angry Klingons

who all wanted

nothing but sex

but they screwed

each other furiously

Happily Ever After.