Thoughts that sometime...rhyme:

My Time Machine Deep in my closet Is my time machine. Covered in dust, Buried, Under a hodge-podge of boxes containing— who knows? Gingerly I drag it out, wipe off the years of grime and set it up. I don’t use it much these days, parts are hard to find and ever so expensive. But today I will fire it... Sign in to see full entry.