Imagination

It's just kind of stuff, you know? I was bored, and so I typed a thing together, and I tried to make it sound pretty. At the same time, it's also how imaginations tend to work; when a person writes a story they don't like, they'll mentally rip it up. However, they don't really throw it away; they recycle the pieces into something that's hopefully better.
Please give me comments and feedback, okay? Minky lahfs her some comments and feedback.
P.S. I like the thought of ripping things apart. Also, I'm tired. This description is bound to change in the morning.
EDIT: Ripped off the end part.