Time Travels You Say?

... pffft... blows long hair away...
from the eyes as she gently, ever so
moving slow, inserts home grown,
self sewn, Text.mex.i.flux.... there.
... pffft... damn hair, needs a cut.
Will it fit? This crystal duck...?
Into the bit, just a turn and a tuck...

Just a flux.Ka.pacitator... self created
by this Creator, to fit the ship.
Standing hands on hips... near the switch.
~Did it fit?

"Well..." She say....
Warp drive to improbable, possible
improbabilities, which sound extra.
ordinarily possible to the Boss, are
most likely at sum cost but not loss.
Is my calculation.
~Is that YOU? Houston? No problem.

Just a girl with some bootes on,
little music blaring strong,
Sherlock, on her arm...
Ms.Tree.us smile... or was that mile?
~SOL.a.Lite!
You're quite right!

... pffft... blows long hair away...
from the eyes as she gently,
ever so softly replies...

This crystal flies. Without a vent.
;) ~Quack~ lol~