I must apologise, but this is the most interesting thing I have found in the library recently. Yes, THIS abomination.
Such are the levels of dross I have to wade through on a daily basis. Imagine, for a moment, the other items I have had to reject in favour of this one…and pity my mental health.
I am too tired to say much more about this…artefact. The oogazoids feed me on nothing but the mossy substances that slither along the library’s walls, and I must assume that the nutritional value of this ‘moss’ is paltry to say the least. My teeth are slowly rotting, my hair is thinning, and I am exhausted by the slightest exercise, whether physical or mental. My thoughts are vague, and confused. A thick fog pervades all, smothering my true self from the world.
Maybe Gerald, Cynthia, and Albert are right, and we should all cling on to whatever we find that helps us cope…no matter how special it is.
The Oogazoid Library 