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Wednesday, April 27, 2011
click - click - click - clunk
then... nothing
It broke again.
An inventor peers in.
What went wrong this time?
tinkering - tinkering
adjusting - fixing
try again
click - clunk
then... nothing
An inventor peers in.
The theory is sound,
Right?
There are only so many times you can re-check the same math
and still officially be considered sane.
The theory is sound.
The flaw's in the execution.
Where is it?
tinkering - tinkering
replacing - tweaking
try again?
whirrrrr...
no smoke
no ozone
no unexpected snaps
it runs
An inventor looks on
in silent glee.
It will never again be as ugly as it is now
a hodge-podge of repurposed parts.
Rolling off assembly lines
it will be smaller
sleeker.
It will never again be as beautiful as it is now
taking its first step into the world
breathing its first whisper
pleased to finally work.
-Turtle Shell
then... nothing
It broke again.
An inventor peers in.
What went wrong this time?
tinkering - tinkering
adjusting - fixing
try again
click - clunk
then... nothing
An inventor peers in.
The theory is sound,
Right?
There are only so many times you can re-check the same math
and still officially be considered sane.
The theory is sound.
The flaw's in the execution.
Where is it?
tinkering - tinkering
replacing - tweaking
try again?
whirrrrr...
no smoke
no ozone
no unexpected snaps
it runs
An inventor looks on
in silent glee.
It will never again be as ugly as it is now
a hodge-podge of repurposed parts.
Rolling off assembly lines
it will be smaller
sleeker.
It will never again be as beautiful as it is now
taking its first step into the world
breathing its first whisper
pleased to finally work.
-Turtle Shell
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