Tick Tock tick tock tock tock tock....

The wheels in my head twist and turn,

up and

down.

Smiles are caused by the gears grindiing and sputtering, around and around and around. Again.

Laughs are the squealing of all this hardwear, wearing down.

I am a living piece of art.

Modern.

Classic.

Cubic.

Simplistic.

Beautiful.

The sounds drive my metal heart, tastes and feelings surround my aurora.

I live through my surroundings, clashing with modern society.

But, in spite of it all.

I. I am me.