On Furnishing the Apartment

On the apartment wishlist I put down that I want an electric litter box, one that revolves its middle like an MRI machine to sift out the litter. I also put down that I want a hydraulic herb garden, one that lifts its neck like a non-MRI machine which lifts its neck to grow with the herbs. With both machines in my apartment I will become a little baron. There is no medical context to this. Only the specifics of my ambition. Specifically, I want a machine which makes noise while doing something else. I want a machine which crafts metal to exact ring sizes. And then I want the ring sizes to be flung at the spice rack, which will serve as the county fair ring fair ring game. Each morning when I woke up as a child I wanted something just like this. Like many things, these needs continued to adulthood. Now that I am 21 and able to drink, I want more to do with mechanics such as hydraulics. I’m not often unreasonable. I’m very able. I have chopped down a tree in my mind. I have a strong and undefeatable, magnanimous and unfounded imagination. The spirit of which churns like no machine ever did. It churns with true kindness and magnanimity, magnitude as well as magnets. When the negative charge of a thought approaches the positive charge of a desire, they join together and form the perfect outline of an electric litter box. When the neutral charge of a belief approaches the neutral charge of an emotion, they join together and form the perfect outline of a hydraulic herb garden. Magnetic and non-magnetic like everything in the county fair ring fair ring game, which is a call back to the machine that I have in my apartment, which is a calling of mine indeed.