I will reconstruct this machine to withhold its new direction. I want to be numb. I have been destructed, immobilized, buried by our junction. Reconstruct. Overwhelmed by my corrupted life. The bearing I once started has been lost among the animation of what I’ve become. Collaboration of this being and the architect’s reflection. Sealed for so long in a tomb of a**urance, this structure Is a misconception. The creator has found a fracture derived from the point of inception. Its origin so deeply rooted, undetected and unitary. Every fiber of the carrier tears, the further this is carried. I have been destructed, immobilized, buried by our junction. Reconstruct. I must disengage the Imperfection and begin again. Determine the source, and undo it from within. I must disengage the Imperfection and begin again. The bearing I once started has been lost among the animation of what I’ve become. I want to be numb. I will reconstruct this machine to withhold it's new direction. A collaboration of this being and the architect’s reflection. I want to be numb. Among the animation of what I’ve become. The bearing I once started has been lost among the animation of what I’ve become.