A locker room with sport garments in silverish wool
abandoned on
the floor as in an horny rush.

Two lockers with glass horns, one is a tower, a crest. The other
is turned into
a battering-ram
smashed a portal for us pigs to escape.

Hello tumbleweed, you were a motionless but living plants
and started rolling the desert after your death.

You, are the perfect .gif
for this embarassing silence.