Scanner. Sitting there, begging not to wait till the post-Mexico days yet to come, screaming, do me now! Please, I haven't been used in so long, and I know you can do what I want, what we both need.

It's a little creepy (creepy creep me out) how the electronics talk to me. They know of the paints and brushes and canvases in my room, littering the house, they know, they've seen, the secret is no longer ine to keep, in fact it's changed and it's not a secret any longer because it's common knowledge thanks to the gossiping electronic devices! Cell phones, computers, and now this!

The scanner compels me. Shortly, shortly, I will open your eyes to my everlasting light.