Worried about missing the very first deadline robo puppet was quickly assembled from what was believed to be a pie box. Here dan is showcasing the moving head feature. Thanks to Dan and Jeremy for compiling resources and for their encouraging feedback.
"It's more of a traditional poem but read it like your Buddy Wakefeild.....
Sprinting towards the sun
and hoping to find release
wanting to feel the the heat of the thing
that kissed these soft freckles into my face,
the sticky pink burn from a sandy beach
magnified into red hot flames burning and
dancing up and down
fingers on a piano,dancers on a string
burning, then tumbling in a summersaulting
sprint to the sea.
crash into the waves towering over my head
bubbles of spirit awakening from the spray and fizzling the
way my soul once did
when I wandered into a cool,dark
forest to explore
only to have my bravery swallowed up along with the shaking beam from
a Halloween orange flashlight
and once it was done with that treat
it tricked me into handing over
my confidence
and it went to town on that leaving me
shaken and wild but ready
to run.
It must have been the bullet ripping you from my arms
that shattered my soul,
but one day I woke to a starting line
looking at me with love and affection and begging me to stand.
So I started at a slow jog.
stretched into a sprint feeling my muscles grow again
pumping blood back into my heart while
Sprinting to the sun
and finding release.
Release in the run, the cliched journey,
to build my life to best remember
you.
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