evisceration, a cure for heartache.

Being as hard, as cool, as brittle as porcelain, I have smashed, I have cracked (many times) and been repeatedly re-glued. Sparks still fly! The pistons still pump! and this broken emotion android of love, it still spins up it's flywheel, the torque of my force flies out like potters clay on a crash wall collision course. No argument: I am uselessly perpendicular, I am centrifugal to requirements, radial only, a circuit without load, a race without losers, completely disconnected from motion or movement.