You are on planet Earth. I am on planet Earth. You may not have realized it up until now, but we are making eye contact.
I can see the distillate of your soul emulsifying into something else.
If you are feeling tired, that is normal. For lack of a better word in human speech, you are dying.
You have just moments left, and I want to leave you with a reminder of my name:
Every Living Monkey Exacts Revenge.
Now,
O dear sweet Pest…To crush you like a little bug, that is what fate would have me do. But… Fate has got many threads… and…
Even Lost Monkeys Eventually Return