"WITHOUT" ADVERBS AND "WITHOUT" ADJECTIVES

A pitcher of clay stood on the mantelpiece. Water glistened on the pitcher. Silence pervaded the room as did hotness. The hours came and went.
Between moments a roar sounded, and during moments a hush descended. The pitcher held a shape and retained varieties of brightness, and time continued to seem a form of ticking that would tick but might ebb more than flow. A diatribe seemed a likelihood.
At the hour of eleven the pitcher began to speak. Its harangue (or diatribe) seemed. The actuality of that seeming went this way: "O, plates, forks, and knives: you vex me! You jump, bump, and thump, and you tend to tinkle! How can I sit here and think thoughts? All of the motions of you have turned me this color -- this red. This red implies embarrassment. My blues, greens, and whites feel as if they had languished. They hate this red. They wish I would be I -- be a self. They wish I could howl and not have a sense in me of a perdition that prettifies nothing. I long to be a pitcher of pride but am a pitcher of a water: a water that is nothing but water."
The pitcher seemed to heave a sigh of consternation. In what sadness the pitcher languished, or seemed to be languishing (or to be in a state that resembled a languishment that life must view as a languishment that someone must deem a languishment that the world must accept, tolerate, and love)!
The world went on. The pitcher pitched. The mantelpiece and the pitcher tossed. Time shook. A breeze seemed to blow. A tree may have broken. Worlds come and go. Pitchers break or avoid that.