Oils ain't oils but the oils on the keys slip and slow programming. Others would have a tinker and a toy, the acceptable risk of using workstations for and from others. Any hints of resting fingers and the palm on the face clearly and savagely taken care of by the thin film coating the fingertips. Predilection for contemplation put aside in the flurry of knuckles flying across and zapping out lines into new verse and style.
Running against the clock minutes here and there, lost on the footing of the keyboard, build up to a chase race through the streets of the city and down into the pebbles of the Chinese Garden of Friendship in Darling Harbour. Minutes blow out easy when the travelling pauses to black out and rest steps on the way from running out and running up to.
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