THE TYPEWRITER PROJECT

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Nobody is free, for even the birds are chained to the sky...

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Great answers seldom make themselves apparent.

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You say you want a revolution, baby? Well, there is nothing like your own.

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Miss you, Frank Get well, Mom

Candace, be healed

God, I love you

Abby, you are my sunshine

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It's so sad that people messed that up. People are so destructive.

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I am somewhere else and quiet... a good place to be -- for a time.

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Singing in the rain

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Dogs rule... cats are okay too.

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Just landed on earth. Glad Pokemon Go is still cool. Humans have some pretty dope memes.

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A quiet place to get lost in one's thoughts. To consider your purpose and find your way home.

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Hi random people reading this, the thing you can do is do not listen to the voices of negativity. Those are the voices of the masses, the voices of the average.

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Love is freedom, hate is imprisonment.

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Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their country.

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Everyone thinks I am part of this exhibit. Maybe I am.

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These are the times that try men's souls

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What an amazing place, wow. Where else would you find a typewriter in the woods?

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The garden as an inspiration with the garden as my muse. Springtime is its own season.

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Take care of each other in solidarity.

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And these are the children that you spit in as they try to change their world. They are immune to your consultations. They're quite aware of what they're going through.

~David Bowie

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The world was dark, then LIGHT. This is how our story begins. Hi life, love and the pursuit of happiness. MERICA. Hello that is all that is on my brain. My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness. Every child id an artist.