[gram] Listen, I am a great devourer of time. This false consciousness that tries to pass itself off as the biological data of some meager identity ready to be enthralled by the preprogrammed riffs of some dead merchant's laconic agenda...

[last sib] Hush---you're breaking. Angle yourself into this mind sculpture. Look how I'm spread out here. With the light gone, all that's left is the glow of my face. But look closer---you can see my contours---feel this...