Peak End Ruler

measure choice by treasure loss by ledger filled jot title, file memory where it cannot hurt senses, this cannot work message is: sentience; lives as artwork... replicate consciousness as commodity sell high, bid low sweet chariot, clutch grail sonorous sense shallow sadist where simple and solid meet reminisce this simple conceit what perfection? there was none, the slow descent is now gone, the shadow cast stretches out beneath the sun and were I to peel my heart away I would find nothing but decay (sold i sol solid id) I cannot think of what this did, just what sent deep the selling hid measure choice by pleasure hedonist, blood better need less to fill the well to ink the ledger