Obstacle block, I cause it to appear before me as a door. It throbs with the closed, locked defiance of frustration and futility. I pull the sciatic ring, my keys, from a tangle of muscle fibers, gnarled, barbed hooks on a crusty wrought iron moon. Reaching out through the viscous cathartic substrate, a barbed key slips the lock. The door swings open into a void of unwavering indifference, all beyond is disaffected and indeterminate. As I step through with the smile of my greater intentions, the door collapses leaving only the keys and lock in my disembodied hand floating in nothing. Putting the keys and the lock in my rocket, I paint a new universe of love and chocolate.