You may refer to me as "Your Highness", for that is what I am. Higher than all the rest of you, above ignorance and eating spam. My plain, my plain, so high it lays, it rests above swealtering shit. Constantly rising into the sky, escaping your ever-gaping pit. Conciousness, so good to be overtaken, covered in brand new thought. This is something you must make yourself feel. It's not something your materials bought. If only you rely on what your money can do. What's the point of you living at all? I am "the highness", I reign over my kingdom. My crown from my brow shall not fall.