In a moment of quietude I tried to feel myself living but I ended up just turning myself on. I was promised libidinal waning after age eighteen but sadly I've seen no evidence of diminishment. I am trying to read and I am continually distracted by objectionable scenarios, preposterous and lurid scenarios. The introduction of such scenarios into my mind is undoubtedly part of a conspiracy within the mental cooperative with the aim of distracting me from my life's noble purpose. Such strategies of erotic assailment are clearly the work of disgruntled factions deep in the interior, otherwise why else sabotage the peace of mind of a nice person like me? Now I might never learn my life's noble purpose. Don't blame me! Who knows what good I could do, what contributions I might make, liberated from the onslaught of objectionable, preposterous scenarios when I'm trying to read, when I'm trying to learn something about the largest outburst ever seen in the universe.