See a wretched street urchin in the grasp of a nefarious narcotic, his spasmodic antics remininscent of strychnine poisoning? See him tipping the contents of a can of alphabet soup over the side of a building, the letters applied here and there with much frenzy and minimal purpose? Do you see that chaotic tapestry of jumbled letters?
That's your finest prose, that is.
That's what you produce when you apply yourself with maximum effort to the simplest of communications.