Wow, it's 12 am here and im sitting at my computer simply abiding until that soporific feeling slowly induces you to that nice comfortable placid state. Then, just as I can feel the first waves of exhaustion overcom me I hear, in a thunderous crash of steel and sneering, this car crash outside. It seemed really close so I ran to the window. I checked and sure enough a confused mesh of metal that had tailed off into my mailbox. As I am about to tear open the shutters and throw up the sash, the moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave the lustre of mid-day to the objects below. In such a moment, my eye caught the rock, staggered and pierced, grounded about raised in a whetted resemblance of a rapier. Just then, the earth shook tremendously. I reached to the adjoining shelves, but they fell in a moment. I tumbled with its carriage, conquered by the completed works of Shakespeare and three mopy poems.
Any explanations for this?