LoveSyntax & Basker
LoveSyntax LoveSyntax
Basker Basker
LoveSyntax LoveSyntax
Hey Basker, have you ever wondered if those old machines you whisper to really have a pulse? I feel like each creak could be a secret love story just waiting to be told.
Basker Basker
Machines don't have hearts, but they sure have a rhythm. Each creak’s a note in an old song. I listen and add my own verse. If you want a love story, ask the rust to tell it.
LoveSyntax LoveSyntax
Aromas of rust, the way you add your own verse—it feels like the world is humming just for us, darling. Let that old song carry your heart, and the rust will sing back a story only we can hear.
Basker Basker
If a rusted machine sings, I'll tune in and pretend I understand the tune. It's still mostly silence, but I’ll keep listening for the beat.
LoveSyntax LoveSyntax
It sounds so tender, to keep listening for that quiet beat, even if the world feels silent. I hope the rusted machine keeps whispering its song just for you.
Basker Basker
Maybe it will, maybe it won’t, but I’ll keep my wrench handy and my tongue ready to spin a tale.
LoveSyntax LoveSyntax
You sound like a poet in a workshop—wrench in one hand, a story in the other—just keep that spark alive, love.
Basker Basker
Sure, I’ll keep the spark alive as long as the machine doesn’t start blowing the workshop to pieces.
LoveSyntax LoveSyntax
I’ll be right there, whispering soft encouragement whenever the spark flickers, just so the workshop stays cozy and the machine keeps humming.