Pressure pops the foil, circle off the eye and the vision goes blank for a second between the scales of sweat. Loose from the walk and a ding on the ring. Cause, serious though quick, over the rendering and the dimples popping up from the underside to detach the cover.
Beads roll off looking for answers and flashing through the mechanical life span, of when things will one day fall apart, by themselves, but today, a day where the knock is too much to handle with the snatch of super epoxy. Instead, the failsafe hold all in times of short notice and temporary might, blu-tac.
Enough to paste back and hold down the metallic eyelid.
Soon Van - Sunday, February 25, 2007 - 23:16
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