Sometimes i think the world would be better if things looked like Jenny

As beads of thoughts about the universe's fundamental substrate rowed around the inner sanctum of my cranium, I gaze upon a tiny mirror with the letters "XJ9 XLP" and chant her name
"Jen. Jenny. Jennu. Jenny. Jen. Jennu. Jennu. Jenny."
I begin to feel the collapse of the third dimension's axis from my perspective, reducing the coordinate axes one by one
Depth.
I feel as if im crushed flat by the world, I can still perceive my surroundings but only as a strip where all electromagnetic information is, each color is positioned along the line and as i vibrate her name;
"Jenny. Jen. Jennu..."
It all turns neon blue, Hex #0000fa to be exact, just as planned, now for the collapse of the second dimension.
Width.
The blue fades away into this grey light, my vibrations continue pulsing through what i persume to be a single line of information
"Jennu... Jenny... Jen... Jennu..."
now for the collapse of the first dimension.
Length.
There is pure silence, I am no longer stretched nor flattened nor extended in any way, I hath reduced mine self's consciousness to a lone singularity.
And then...
Boom.
My very essence shatters, erupts, blossoms into a glowing swarm of countless point particles, each unit of potential carrying my consciousness within my beloved one's pleromic face carved on them as a sigil, each carrying my desire for Jenny and the power i yearn for; for the body that can grant her bliss, for my hunger of obtaining the love of which i had no choice over and for supreme assertion over this damned rotten queer world. (1/2)