THE TYPEWRITER PROJECT

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writer's block is profound

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In the storm

In. The store

In. The story

In. The stone

In. The bones. Wordswordswordswordswords in the way she grabbed

a new wheel of brie, picked up the slices of bread that she had so

carefully arranged on the bricks, and whispered... snack time.

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I wish I could sit down in here.

I wish I could sit and think.

Know thyself we well his and hers.

6 6 6 six six six running out of ink.

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if i were a bird, would i stop being afraid of heights?

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"alli love you baby."

These were the last word she wrote, not only because had never used

a typewriter, but because she had nothing else to say before

leaving him.

The bus door closed behind her.

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I wonder if typewriters could communicate through hashtags, and if they could, which ones would #trend.

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What was your first thought this morning?

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For a reason, to use my fingers in a way that helps not hurts the world with my words. I ask this because don't we all kind of hurt even though we want to help. Ok I'm lying. But honestly I hope if anyone reads this they laugh and smile knowing someone wanted them to feel happy and alive and free. That is all. Sending my love and good vibes to the world ...New York City

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This love is not easy Ghalib. It is a river of fire, and you must swim, swim... I feel like the universe sent me here.

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Who has contributed to this. I guess I will never know.

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the thing i love most about her is the fact that she does not try to be, she just is.

for the first time since i was a teen i feel the tiniest bit of hope.

i don't have faith in much, but this feels warm.

please let this be a healthy love.

you make me happier than anyone else ever has.

i never really believed in love. i thought it was something made for the movies...

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you await death death awaits you

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This is all too familiar but all too different,I have one of these for work. But I love my work.And I love seeing what's written here.

You are my cousin, friend.

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I had some sour patch kids yesterday

I was reminded of your taste

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The biggest myth is that there was ever a better past. That the past was more free than it is now. It isn't and now is still not good enough. That the past is to be glorified. It is not true. It is more free now and it is not even close too good enough.

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Don't mess with pigs.

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snowflake the way she holds my heart is like the sky holds the sun -gentle, loving, but tight: safe. the heart is a heavy burden.

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let the bridges I burn light the way...

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If you are used to a soft keyboard....

Touch typing for the win

A typewriter is an act of poetry

Is there anything mew. I mean, new. Is there anything new? I am new. What? oh. Yeah. Sorry. I mean, I do love you. Yes. It's Not my fault. I feel sick. Yes, I really am sorry I own a typewriter too. It sees more action than I do.

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Just go with it,Just go with it, she said, not realizing the awesome impact.I'm in love with the place I live with someone's eyes that I have fallin' into.

-maryv benoit in love