Waiting by living, hoarding by breathing, establishing legions of excessive blunders, accidents by birth, titanical mistakes, real horrorshow coincidentals, with no aims, no means but an end (like all), a particularly beautiful laboratory and a flower-shaped petri plate, right here. Waiting, aiming, receiving, working: reprocess - platch, pow and a piece.

That's the piece I must, that's my own, designalled.