THE TYPEWRITER PROJECT

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dear daya new blank documentdespair knocks

I don<t have to answer

the rings of agehave told mewhen

loss, hope and triumph

are in attendance

they save me a place

a space

beside what it takes

to be a hoop dancer the moon is full it is a marvellous journey

I stand at the edge of the continent looking out

mundane is out of the question

but, what is the next step

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rivers are rivers...mountains are still furthering mysterious.

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a daytoday, in facta day filled with people and sounds and light

real people

real sounds real light

not face book

not instagram real contact and interaction

you know ..... the way it was meant to be

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just the other day i was having a conversation with jamie about old fashion typewriting, how you had to use special white out to erase a mistake (and it never ever looked great), and use carbon paper to make

multiple ;copies, as opposed to the immediacy of modern technologies....

AND today just by strolling in thompkins square park on a warm sunny sundae

the end of june, we happened upon thhis typewriter project....at first we

spotted the small wooden booth from across the park wondering if it was the

smallest cafe ever, but to our happy surprise it was this wonderful project....

i love the use of scrolled paaper ala kerouas c.....wonder what he would think of

this.........danielle

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i often wonder type hardermy pretentious brain is burdened by my lack of inspiration in this moment

i know that i have the capacities to write something profound although

all i can think about its is the pretty girl in the black dress in front

of me. She keeps me from wallowing. She keeps me from bottling. She takes

me to safe place at home in her arms, in her shorts because i forgot mine at

home. I just want her to be proud of what i write, but all i can do is

think of her here now. i love her. her name: Tallie.

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our pace replaces the rapport of poor suitors before him; engaged in the verbal trade of traditional courtingi find myself enraptured by his relatively new approachof pacing himself intellectually and physically with a woman that will push his provacative sexual poaching of men before him my sister is pressuring me to finish this poem so I end it here it is always worth it

i need to type harder i need to think softer

my mind slow and my heart races when i think of him i want right now and forever at the same time

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my friend is beautifulmy friend does not speak perfect english. she is beautiful and when men look at her she says ,the sensation that I am.

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The bus came by and here i am right back where i started from. never every land was fun but my park is real! A sojourn I am on, see spot run requires a lot of thoughts some times!!!! BY -- JOHNNY D. LUX

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A year ago, in this park,right here, I think, I asked if I could hold your hand

and you said 'yes.'

I hope someday you'll let me hold your hand again.

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Nervous about the love that I'm feeling... never thought I'd be over him but found a new love and realized that he wasn't worth a damn What if I fall? I'll be there to catch myself. CEM 6/21/15

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In memory of the 9 people killed in South CarolinaRespect, emphathy, sadness, pain, feeling.

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i sti sstruggle wi whoops!I envy all the mothers of the world- fish, amoebas, trees, who can reproduce and move on, not giving any more thought to its offspring than to its last meal. they get to reproduce, carry out their biological job, and then carry out their own lives, uninterrupted.

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is there anything i cant say a million times forever

all one in one day at a time #ahimsa32

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dear dear sean,lets get married and have babies. ((babies) dear the rest of the world,

find people to love and create something new and beautiful... RIGHT NOW...

seriously, what are you waiting for. IF YOU WANT TO BE HAPPY PRACTICE

COMPASSION

sincerely ###stripperproblem

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my name is sean sutherland i am from key west, florida,nyc is a wonderful place, its filled with people of all ages and race

the streetlights gloow, sometimes with snow,

too live here and work someday ill know i bid farewell, until we meet again,

thanks new york, for being my friend

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Mi nombre es maria teresa cantos sera necesario recorer el mundo, sera necesario ariesgarse asi de buscando refugios en tierras agenas dejando aquiel sueno de superacion desafiando fronterrras y al mar con sus olas dejando en la tierras, a, su grandes amores; Ho ? mar que te tragas a grades valores futuro que un dia serian mejores se uno hubieran traidiores no exsitiaran traidores y yo no estaria aqui donde estoy negando a mi patria como aquellos traidores diciendo ser los mejores juraron por dios, quisiera volver a mi patria un dia y nunca negarte te juro, po dios.

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haphazard haphazard half truth thankful for a new day

in this city of dreamers, surviving

sometimes thriving

father and son, parents and babies

new life born into this wild world

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Ephesians 6:14-17Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place,vand with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. -- Graffiti Church member

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Even w/my bl lue Rx hippy glasses my eyes are badwhile my pup was squirrel hunting this morning I noticed an outhouse/

beehive structure in the center area of the park

low and behold this fabulous peoject

Nice Solstice morning, writing/typing in the park this fine morning.

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I thank and bless you, Lord Jesus, and God our perfect Fatherfor this perfect day and I lift up to you all those suffering

and in need of your love, grace, healing forgiveness and mercy, in Jesus;< name, Amen STheS Lord Is God there is no other..

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