Got this L.C. Smith typewriter, but the tension belt was snapped:
Tried to fix it with a bike brake cable:
But that didn't work.
So I took it apart today:
I started messing with it, and made a new friend:
And a creepy pet:
And that's that. I'll keep the pieces around for a while, but have the feeling that I'm going to cut off the keys to ebay 'em, send the rest of the parts to Max to sculpt.
I read a little today too. I trust y'all don't need a link to Blake.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
If Left to my Self too long
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