To nap, perhaps to dream,
For in that sleep of death,
My Pixel may beep.
Do I shuffle off this mortal coil,
Or do I dare find which of my active 119 pixels doth emote.
Do I risk slipping on the hundreds of dead batteries?
I shall close my eyes and devine the wants of the Gods.
A ham sandwich would be in order, given the task.
The door knocker echoes through my modest abode.
It 'tis FedEx. It’s my IRK. I had forgotten this rose was coming.
IRK. Oh, it does bring to mind a word worth saying.
Alright now to see what junk will be sold in 15 minutes after two days of mehrethrons. If it follows past ones there is a pattern. It will be over $100 and likely be something like a vacuum. Something that will sell in low volume.