The inscription read you’re my business. This means the writing is clean, architecturally intact, mirrored in meantimes. 

But calming down, there’s a dual rule of justice gone aground with some top keys we won’t erase from a jittery appliance in the occipital lobe, active against the ‘human grain’ when touch management is unleashed. 

I’m just commenting. 

The inscription read you’re my business.