It Isn’t Exactly Silence

Nobody likes it when this happens.

Vagueness.

And thus it was that I tore the pages from my notebook.

Stop now; this has gone too far.

What exactly does anyone mean by

the square-root of fuck-all?

Nobody ever talks of these things.

Nobody ever talks.

Ssshhh.

How many esses should that be?

Ssshhh…