<!DOCTYPE html> <!-- AUTOCENTO OF THE BREAKFAST TABLE --> <!-- vim: fdm=indent --> <html lang="en"> <head> <meta charset="utf-8"> <meta name="generator" content="pandoc"> <meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0, user-scalable=yes"> <meta name="author" content="Case Duckworth"> <title>Ex machina | Autocento of the breakfast table</title> <link rel="icon" type="image/png" href="trunk/favico.png" /> <link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="trunk/style.css"> <script src="scripts/randomize.js" type="text/javascript"> </script> <script src="scripts/hylo.js" type="text/javascript"> </script> <!--[if lt IE 9]> <script src="http://html5shim.googlecode.com/svn/trunk/html5.js"> </script> <![endif]--> </head> <body id="ex-machina" class="autocento"> <article class="container"> <header> <!-- title --> <h1 class="title">Ex machina</h1> <div class="header-extra"> <!-- epigraph --> <div class="epigraph"> <a href="http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2013/08/sugar/cohen-text">with lines from National Geographic</a> </div> </div> </header> <section class="content verse"> <p><span class="line">Bottom of the drink: they had</span><span class="line">to go. The Coke machine, the snack</span><span class="line">machine, the deep fryer. Hoisted</span></p> <p><span class="line">and dragged through the halls</span><span class="line">and out to the curb, they sat with</span><span class="line">other trash beneath gray, forlorn</span></p> <p><span class="line">skies behind the elementary</span><span class="line">school, wondering what their next</span><span class="line">move would be. The Coke machine</span></p> <p><span class="line">had always wanted to live</span><span class="line">the life of a <a href="prelude.html">hobo</a>, jumping trains,</span><span class="line">eating from garbage, making fire</span></p> <p><span class="line">in old oil drums. It had some</span><span class="line">strange romantic notions of being homeless,</span><span class="line">is what the deep fryer thought.</span></p> <p><span class="line">Its opinion was to head to court,</span><span class="line">sue the bastards at the school for early</span><span class="line">termination of contract. It was</span></p> <p><span class="line">the embodiment of <a href="table_contents.html">justifiable anger</a>.</span><span class="line">It believed privately that it was an incarnation</span><span class="line">of Nemesis, the goddess of divine</span></p> <p><span class="line">retribution. What the snack machine</span><span class="line">thought, it kept to itself, but it did say</span><span class="line">that <a href="no-nothing.html">nothing ever ends</a>. The others</span></p> <p><span class="line">were confused, then angry, but finally</span><span class="line">understood, or thought they did. The snack</span><span class="line">machine’s candy melted in the sun.</span></p> </section> </article> <nav> <div class="anchors"> <a href="backlinks/ex-machina.html" id="backlinks" title="Links to this page"> φ </a> <a href="index.html" id="coverlink" title="To cover">◊</a> <a href="#" id="randomizelink" title="ERROR">ξ</a> </div> </nav> </body> </html>