ShagmoorLounge

May 28, 2005

My monster lives! We took his back legs off this morning and started his ass up. He roars! He flashes his demon eyes. He crawled on his front two legs about 4 feet before he fell over. I think his paws are big enough to stabilize him but obviously his back legs are still too heavy. What's a God to do? We have to reconfigure his body. That's the problem. This chick I know who's a real estate person gave me the number of a structural engineer. Plus she knows a guy who does animatronics and shit. I don't want to go to any of the robotics people I know because they'll just come over to rip me off because they're all just a bunch of fucking idea thieves.

His wiring is good. His brain is good. He's just too fucking fat. I should have used a fucking aluminum car hood instead of steel. I'll have to put his fat ass on a diet. Fuck. I'll have to stip him down and put him in an aluminum frame. My fucking instructor was right. I was wrong. There I said it. Happy now? Fuck you.

Okay, I'll strip him down and put him in an aluminum frame. Then I'll rebuild his steel frame and have him as a stationary monument of my genius. I'll leave his eyes and growler in. I'll hook his ass up to my security system. That should scare the shit out of any fucks.

Fuck. I hate starting over.

The Shadow knows 2:36 PM
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