From df0d5f3cb03f8bf7d72e067c0fd7ee54ce4b86eb Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Case Duckworth Date: Tue, 24 Mar 2015 22:53:18 -0700 Subject: Change template and CSS for flatter structure - Change CSS to one file - Change template to reflect CSS flattening --- ex-machina.html | 32 +++++++++++++++----------------- 1 file changed, 15 insertions(+), 17 deletions(-) (limited to 'ex-machina.html') diff --git a/ex-machina.html b/ex-machina.html index 807f53e..0ef92e3 100644 --- a/ex-machina.html +++ b/ex-machina.html @@ -12,23 +12,19 @@ Ex machina | Autocento of the breakfast table - + - - - - - - + -
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Ex machina

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Bottom of the drink: they had
to go. The Coke machine, the snack
machine, the deep fryer. Hoisted

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and dragged through the halls
and out to the curb, they sat with
other trash beneath gray, forlorn

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skies behind the elementary
school, wondering what their next
move would be. The Coke machine

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had always wanted to live
the life of a hobo, jumping trains,
eating from garbage, making fire

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in old oil drums. It had some
strange romantic notions of being homeless,
is what the deep fryer thought.

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Its opinion was to head to court,
sue the bastards at the school for early
termination of contract. It was

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the embodiment of justifiable anger.
It believed privately that it was an incarnation
of Nemesis, the goddess of divine

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retribution. What the snack machine
thought, it kept to itself, but it did say
that nothing ever ends. The others

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were confused, then angry, but finally
understood, or thought they did. The snack
machine’s candy melted in the sun.

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Bottom of the drink: they had
to go. The Coke machine, the snack
machine, the deep fryer. Hoisted

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and dragged through the halls
and out to the curb, they sat with
other trash beneath gray, forlorn

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skies behind the elementary
school, wondering what their next
move would be. The Coke machine

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had always wanted to live
the life of a hobo, jumping trains,
eating from garbage, making fire

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in old oil drums. It had some
strange romantic notions of being homeless,
is what the deep fryer thought.

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Its opinion was to head to court,
sue the bastards at the school for early
termination of contract. It was

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the embodiment of justifiable anger.
It believed privately that it was an incarnation
of Nemesis, the goddess of divine

+

retribution. What the snack machine
thought, it kept to itself, but it did say
that nothing ever ends. The others

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were confused, then angry, but finally
understood, or thought they did. The snack
machine’s candy melted in the sun.

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