crunch time

After eating two 'quarter bites' apparently from heaven, one cant help but contemplate his cardboard box existence. Staring at countless black and white tiles seems to compliment the rush of caffeine coursing through waterside veins. The glow of a flickering monitor insights epiphanic thoughts to mull through the endless night. Siting in the hollows of eternity, in an empty building and effectively changing ones from zeros and zeros to ones. While this pseudo cruciality clouds any direct experience of life, it becomes quite the cunning contrast to those pure and absolute, complete and indescribable, honest and heart fully compelling moments when you feel more alive then ever.