TIme over the window lord

One day in Paris I will confront a golden wild cyborg of my desire and we shall fuse into a borg collective like beast and all will be well and merry in the land. No pancake or laser or errand crossbow bolt will break the bond of joy and perfection. No chicken breast with a fine layer of cheese and tomato paste and doom will darken our skies.

This is my dream. This is my pursuit of happiness. I intend to attack this mountain with the vigour of a wild beast in search of the ideal meal.