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Jan. 30th, 2006 07:54 pmA short piece for New X-Men, "A Chassis Made of Cars" (2,200 words). Wither junkyard fic! Hooray!
"Lately even my sculptures are looking worried, rearing backward on their piston legs, their wire-tendrils curling up tight. Jittery artillery, with broad bony sails of warped metal, like a human pelvic bone. I sit down on my milk crate, eating this damp ham and cheese sandwich that's been sitting in a fridge for too long, and stare at the shape of my current piece of work. It's cryptic, and I no longer know what I meant by it. All I can see is a tilt to the top piece that reminds me of Laurie's shoulders, the way she stands when she's nervous. Did I intend that? My problem is I never start out with a plan..."
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"Lately even my sculptures are looking worried, rearing backward on their piston legs, their wire-tendrils curling up tight. Jittery artillery, with broad bony sails of warped metal, like a human pelvic bone. I sit down on my milk crate, eating this damp ham and cheese sandwich that's been sitting in a fridge for too long, and stare at the shape of my current piece of work. It's cryptic, and I no longer know what I meant by it. All I can see is a tilt to the top piece that reminds me of Laurie's shoulders, the way she stands when she's nervous. Did I intend that? My problem is I never start out with a plan..."
Read it here.
