I put my hand on its shell.
The line went dead.
I woke up with a bruise on my palm shaped like a question mark. ovo 1.3.2
I bought it for seventeen dollars and a broken watch. I put my hand on its shell
I think when it stops, so will I.
“Lot forty-seven,” the auctioneer said, his voice flat as a ruler. “An experimental pre-cognitive dream engine. Non-functional. Sold as is.” so will I. “Lot forty-seven