This pitiful creature #4568879.5L897 will forever be commemorated as a stone plate in the ground floor of an extremely oversized building. Wrapping a steel membrane around its' current mindstate, a taste of copper electrified through the mist into the eyelet of its peephole. It watches. It watches the unsuspecting, delirious souls with unaltered agenda. Unsalted and unsweetened pixels transmitted ceaselessly with the angst of an authoritative toddler. We bend our minds around corners just to catch a glimpse of #4568879.5L897's fruitless endeavors. And, fruitful eyes. The peepers of a god. Peer into my soul/Tell me who I will be in the morning. Never leave us. Leave us here today. Your ascension is our descent. Return on Tuesday for the bread of Monday. We shall rejoice its name on Friday for the acts of today. Let the quest begin. The rest shall end.
