They go like you do.. Like they all do I have seen this before and it is not unusual. Like schools of fish, these tiny creatures I consume. I watch them fly away in fear. Knowing their fate though they do return to me to face the final solution. A simple delight that means little to me in the big picture because I am hungry... and I will... eat. But you know, I dont care, because all of this is ephemeral at best. Since I will not remeber yesterday what do I care. As long as they come close in curiousity and ahh my cat oh yes my cat mmmm he knows you well, here kitty kitty, come sit on my lap and let me pet you in ways you will remeber forever in this final moment when liquid flows. These juices spill on my work and I marvel at the patterns they make, nevermind that you have destroyed my work, my lifes creation, its ok because basically your time is up...


and so is mine.

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