
AS A CARPENTER, BORN OF A VIRGIN, RAISED BY A VIKING,
AND GUIDED BY CRAWLING FRIENDS WITHIN THE WOOD FLOORS AND SPACES
PROVIDED BY DAMP CRACKS IN AND OF MY BEDROOM, I DOTH FEEL A GREAT
SENSE OF FULFILLMENT TO TAKETH A PART IN THE CONSTRUCTION OF ONE
OF THINE EPICENTERS OF CULTURAL MAGNITUDE WITHIN THY CITY WE REFER
TO AS PONTIAC, MICHIGAN.
EVERY PIECE OF TILE THAT HATH BEEN INSTALLED IN THIS CROFOOT
ESTABLISHMENT THUS SPEAKETH TO ME REVEALING A HISTORY RICH IN
KNOWLEDGE AND TIMELY ORIENTED EXISTENCE.
THE ONE PIECE OF SLATE I SET IN THE VICINITY OF THE FIRST
FLOOR LADIES ROOM, BEING OF THAT SHADE OF GREEN, AND HEREBY DESIGNATED
AS T368 WAS AT ONE TIME, PART OF A LANDSCAPE BOULDER IN THE FRONT
YARD OF HE THAT ONCE INHABITED A SPIRIT OF ASTOUNDING AGE AND
EXPERIENCE.
ONE WHO SPENT TIME IN THE UNDERGROUND CITIES OF THE ANCIENT
MOUNTAINS GUARDING THE SPIDER QUEEN.
THIS T368 TOLD ME TO CONSTRUCT THY PIECE OF ART WHEREBY
I WAS TO UTILIZE THY LEFTOVER PIECES OF MARBLE FROM THY BATHROOM
CONSTRUCTION.
THINE ANCIENT BROTHERHOOD IS DESTINED TO RELEARN OF THAT
LOVE FELT IN THOSE TIMES OF DESPARATION AMONGST THE GREAT CATACLYSMIC
FLOOD SURVIVORS.