waking up there is トラブル in the attic I can hear them in my room I imagine them up there running around chasing each other through the flotsam and jetsam maybe they find cockroaches or geckos or silverfish to play with just as I amuse myself with toy cars and action figures I figure my life is a lot like theirs I tried their food once it tasted a little fishy
there are things that I have to do today important things but first I smoke the monster out I poison me I fake sick and then I jump into my videocar and go not so fast in circles like a dog chasing its tail heading nowhere in particular this is Alaster (aLASter - the stress is on the second syllable) i am an angel from the future soon it will be even lesser than this
why do I persist because I find I bind to patterns that arise from cosmos from chaos it makes all I know all I am is cosmopolitan superstition in other words every night I whimper 秋 as proof of my existence so Foolhardy and Quacksalver attempt to free Vainglory as Automaton and My Serf it appears prepare yet another trap for Feargrin to destroy
