THE TYPEWRITER PROJECT
tttttttttttttttttttttttttttttim trying to understand the world better but there are too many distractionsin this world to see it all in one lifetime.
little kids in the park, waitng for the the sun to to set run home
run home
i need fight for the moments of no worry , or stress. we need happiness not success.
dont believe in the posiby of impossibly, the possiblies of modern day havbecome realities from reaching for the impossible.
im in a box encouraged to write. this is really diffacult. right now im in a fade with the eat of the sun on my face. i wish i could melt with the soft shadows created by the awkward trees of tompkins. others love this random outlet of nature in the middle of the stiff buildings ofthis civilization. i have no thoughts that can breach the beez in my head. the bees are of pleasure but they still buzz. so it prov3es difficult as thiskind woman captures this moment for her project. this moment must be important to her. ill leave her to it.
the only thing ive decided to type is this.the writing on this thing feels so much more effective . this thing with its greased up steam/punk keysslams your thoughts down way harder. fragmented thoughts caused by pressure ... typewriters are ccool.school finished this week and it feels so great. waiting for the pressure to fade off my conscious.
sitting is this wooden shack.trying to get this paper stack.
listening to apretentious kid talk about "the way the world is or was." we can,not know. we can never know anything. prove anything and bring up anotherher mystery. Ask everything and learn history.
this week i finished schoolive never fealt so relieved
itll be hard in the summer to stay cool
but thrn all will be be acheived
*that was a really shitty poem but i wanted to make up for what i wrote e prefiously...
i cannot tell if he is pretentious or enigmatic. i am afraid to make that mistake. i feel like sal paradise, only my friends are too near and too well balanced. i should probably stop now. one more sent i want too master conversation by reading, but then i will have no time to talk to anybody.
Eric from TSMS is the coolist kid in the world and tmrw,june 17, is his birthday PS: he is mad fressh and who ever thinks he is not fresh can gopenetrait their self in the butthole. **-eric-**
today has beena rather mellow day with amixture of on and off rain and sunshine. dammitthe type writer was being a malfunctional pain. nah but i enjoyusing machine. its like the origin of modern day writing. that whole turn of century thing, this machineis a difficult partner to work with. her name is sterling. its quite a sinactful name. im not sure if that a real word but im sticking with it. this chair... taco is writen on the booth wall of the booth,tacos are pretty delicois food among all food. along with pasta, this guy really just said shut the front door. those cooping mechinisams, i spelled that word wrong. i am absolutely horrible at grammar. young adults these days are so into the whole new age spiritual concept i know that being raised by a pegan/wiccan mother i have been taughgt to respect nature and all it has to often the world. i love ...i just got an appointment with a woman named crystal shakespeare. wow hilarious, imagine the odds.ive recently been writngs anew sries im calling plague... type writers hard to manigne. uh... im terrible at writing. i want to ride my bycicle i wanna spell it like that, dont ever judge me. judgement is for thejudged to make them feel better about themselves. thats how people get through the day, man crying cat in backpack.i cant wait for someone to finally hit the reset button on our world.you pop you puy the lime in the coconut and you shake it all up. you put the lime in the coconut and drink it all up.
Poodle Poof, Poodle Poof; You are so fluffyi want to touch you and run my fingers through your soft hairbut you are a mean creature, and you dont llike me :(
I hate you too :P
p.s. youre hair is still awesoe
I'm a lady and i need to punch agressively to make this work. I can't speak softly here, I must shout silent cries, each letter in a patter
move too fast, and they get stuck. I'm learning as I go. Just rambling
out loud on paper, and thinking about how many others before me have
probably been doing the same, typing about typing.
I want to write a a story. Am I the same as the person above? (maybe)
I pause.. Perhaps it's not for me to write this. Perhaps your story is t
the one that must be told. I'm listening.
thoughts on the future in front of the typewriter;WHAT I type here is permanent, but only in so much as paper and ink is permanent; as much as bits streaming on the internet are held longer than our puny fleeting lives; in as much as this language and time are held.
TODAY, today I have slept in the arms of my lover., a girl namedTracy May. Today I have walked through the wet streets of New York City,
a place familiar in its humanity and strange in the same way. Today I have
considered time in its present and past forms, trying to keep the future
at the edge as an experiment since the clouds mask the sky.
If Abuela were here, she'd want to kmow what it has felt like to get lost insuch things. I would have told her that I have only felt found.
a progressive typewriter party is wherere you start with a typewriter that has no ribbon and no discernible functioning mechanism and after pounding your heart out but you move on up to the one that registers actual type but which refuses to advance and you manually shoot back the xxx carriage unjamming the keys perperiodically every few words that means) giving a whole new meaning to enjambment and when you have allowed yourself to appear on instagram after consultation with your new best pubicist from the popetry society of new York, not to be confused with PSA you get to the third typewriter also manual but connected to xxx an iPAD AND THEN Y U DISCOVER YOU YOU FORGOT TO BRING YOUR WORDS and accidentally hit t he caps lock. Leslie APROSTERERMAN< HExx hexx her poem
True that word less sure then certain blurred intentions serve to mentiomn theory delerium versus personas gratis gracias
i said goodbye to someone that i loved when the waves came down it turned out to be the both of usi swan to shore and woke up just to say
i'm alive i've never been this ready in my life...
Like a phoenix that acquires new life by rising from the ashes, you too shall rise... kissy face emoji
love you mami.