I picked up some words, and with a blunt trowel began to smother them in punctuation.
Some of them didn't fit, but with hammer and chisel I managed to wedge them together.
I let the mortar dry for a few minutes, while I smoked and stared blankly out the window.
With a coarse brush and some Cornflower Blue, I covered the joins, cracks and imperfections.
I watched the paint dry unevenly, dripping gooey pools onto the desktop.
Unable to stand the sight of it any longer, I began to smash the thing apart with a crowbar.