Somebody sat on a fence maybe. This human’s dandruff was a single flake away from being a heap. The non-heap was the target of a droplet from the grey area where The Other resided.
The Other mounted either a storm cloud or a large chameleon. One after another, a cannonball fell rather loosely from the lizard’s mouth over to a slippery slope. Whether the slope was wishy or washy was unclear.
The next scene, however, was absolutely clear, except for even questionable?
Where are we?
The Other swooped down with his pet and kidnapped Jacque Derrida. The Other then pulled out a scroll and read aloud the negotiating terms to anybody concerned: “Guess correctly whether my lizard will eat Derrida, and if you are correct, Derrida will go uneaten.”
But before anybody concerned could answer, radioactive fireworks blossomed if and only if it could have been. By chance, the thesis merged with the antithesis and birthed a groundless ground. Then something else happened.
After something else happened, The Other became skeptical of autonomy in general, pleading the fifth on his or her own soundness or lack thereof. Then while successfully dividing by zero, The Other flooded mostly everything with penumbras. Since then nobody really cared.