Ringing in with a new ding and thermal print, face off against the new money mouth monster sitting on the counter goes awry. Running quick across the buttons and keys, a casual drop by turns into an inflated sense of price. Calculations are far and wide with the mashing of numbers to generate a random sequence ill-fitting yet familiar in their strangeness. Quick pause doubles up then trebles even quicker in relation to the chasm between expectation and execution. Slowly retreat and back away.
Thursday, 1 February 2007 - 20:09
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