THE TYPEWRITER PROJECT

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There is no place like the strand anywhere in the world. I will hurry back. enamel pins. Are. Too. Expensive. Here. ...you sisters unite for the unicorn so he gets candy.

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Books are cool

That's Why I'm at the Strand

How do I work this thing,

Did I mention that I was born in 2003?

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New York

Great bagels

Terrible baseball

Still like it better than Boston

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what does one write on a vintage typewriter? it's something every writer has dreamed of. following in the footsteps of The Lost Generation and the Beatniks too. how novel now to have found one working here, working being the key word since finding a typewriter now ain't that hard but in working condition that's the hard part.

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whiskey blues. What does love mean to you? i believe in coincidences in this city, it is easy to get swept away. Hold onto what matters. I see New York for the 2nd time and always is gorgeous

Everybody walk and work and think very busy... I Love NEW YORK

What a fabulous city .

Antonio Milan Italy

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Today I accompanied a man on his journey for meaning and literature. That man will one day be senator Rich.

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There are two ways to learn the The Lana. Gauge. There are The Words

and the Songs. Most know the Songs, which can be learned, can be taught,

and can be attuned emotionally. The songs. Can be made powerful, but

can only carry as far as the wind allows. The Songs can be multiplied

by the Choir and as such becomes the Hymnals that the Faithful.

Some are born with a song that they repeat and change, a melody tha

emerges from Their very being and fills the air with wonder. These

people lead briefly brilliant lives and historically tragic Deaths.

There are those that learn The Worlds, though, and for them life is truly dangerous,

for only the Seraphim know their meaning. Only the Keepers of The Silver city understands their

Power.

Thus , when I first learned The Words, I had to die. And

So that is where I will begin this story...

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Sweet queen be with us today

The weather is death and that is not okay

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can a station move?the weather sucks & you can't teach that...

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esetelle and antoine baudet were here

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why are most sdf veterans?

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everybody need love in this world

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home is a place for for broken hearts.

a place for dreams; a place for tears.

a place for hope, for family, friends, and foes

a place for love, for words, for woes.

All these things and more, for sure.

make life worth living, love worth giving

friends worth making, hearts worth breaking

for home is there forever more.

-athena epsilon, 2017

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tell me tell me tell me what ya what ya want to know i gots lots lots lots to show oh baby don't ya know i gots coffee to share and recipes to cook love by night slight that make the sun blue but even after all that oh baby don't you know all this that i gots to share you just might never really know and i guess that all i gots to say about that.

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Too much syntax error

Too much truth for one little piece of code

Too much for one little piece of paper

Just write for one person. Write for one tree. Write for one dog. Write

for one life

Or at least smell the next flower you see.

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Def write Novel (author, time, luck):

If luck:

Return book (topic, genre, royalties)

Else:

While no luck:

Time.pa( )

Frustration.increase( )

Wallet.spend( )

If wallet:

Buy (supplies, food, paper)

Else:

Starve( )

Think (topic, paper)

Write (idea, paper, time)

Luck.try ( )

If time.too Long ( ):

Return failure

Return novel (topic, genre)

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when i close my eyes you're letting go.

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i don't understand poetry but i like it like it's straight up.

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your smile is extremely contagious and as it illuminates the dark i can see the way you look at me and it is outrageous you can light me up just light a spark it was underneath june's summer sun when i started thinking of the possibility that you were the one the one that i would deeply love.

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THIS IS OUR SENIOR YEAR. INSPIRATIONS. DESIRES. VULNERABILITIES. INSPIRATION PLEASE.