THE TYPEWRITER PROJECT
Sitting in the park and typingAlec was too shy to type. He missed his chance to type, unless . . . Evan is very wierd because i cant spell
l have learned how to tp lol
how many heaarts shall she cast into stonehow many liees will live unfettered in her dreamscapehow many thrones bear her bones how many minds will open up to see her visions how many mouths will close to their groans how many days will close only to find renewal
THE GREY MANS HANDWhen I was at Lake George
When I went to the outhouse I imagined the grey man's hand would stick
his hand out of the toilet and grab me down
by my bottom. This house looks like that outhouse!
THE END BOOPBOPBOOPFIONA AND AUBREY!
how many days will we let fashion dictate outcomehow many days will we sleep into stone how many years til she finds his tragic kingdom how many nights on her throne
"i am the true vine , and my father is the vinedresser. Every branch in methat does not bear fruit he takes away , and every branch that dose not bear
fruit prunes, that it may bear more fruit. Already you are clean because
of the word that in have spoken to you. abide in me and i in you. as the
the branch can niot bear fruit iby itself, unless it abides in the vine,
neither can you , unless you abide in me i am the vine you are the branches whoever abides in me and i in him he it is that theres much fruit , for apa
rtfrom me you can do nothing. if anyone does not abide in me he is throung
away like a branch and withers, and the branches are gathered, through into
the fire and burned. if you abide in me and my words abide in you, ask
whatever you wish and it will be done for you. by this my father is glorified,
that you bear me much fruit and so prove to be my deciples. (disciples)
#sorryas the father has loved me, so i have loverd you. abide d in my love. if
you keep my comandments , you will abide in my love, just as i have kept my
fathers comandments and abided in his love. these this i have spoken to
you that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be full" John 15:11_11 ESV
once more into the fray fighting the last good fight some will ever knowlive and die on this day
live and die on this day.
The sound traces only decibals away it could come in paces or in abooming parade . He calls our name whispersit through the dark making
sure we hear mark. We look into the mirror and see who we are do we often forget .....forget what i just siad above the ground theres a peak of lighthis
bloody claw
this super coolthis the
this super this is the first time that i ever
fufufunMM IIOKIOOKM MY MANE GOAL IS AWESOMEMNESS !@###########$^#&#$#$
I slave away under the angry eyes of the scrorting sun and shk y that beatdown on me da after day. All I ask for is my freedom. I work hard for freed dom, i am a slave to freedom. mm mmm wha t is it really i don't know if i knew the secrect to life i would shre no no no nono n how can i say that i love to live how do i say what i want to say because i am lost to the eyes of freedom we all work so hard to live for freedomwe all pride our selves on freedom obut do we have freedomm ???????
we dont or we do goodbye!!!!!!!!
last but not least in the celerium of this cruel mahem we call a stable minded life . "get out of my light" the the only words to be said to the ruler of the
world by the master of a mind the will of man is to be determined by "free" will not by "governed"law we are slaves to the illusion of freedom and fathomable theology the o
only true tthiing is that we dont exist for ourselves. love is all we have to give.
hi i am mika i a m with lola i met hertoday at macaronii>co she is really nice she has a skate bord the end
I a lola i am with mika i met her today at macaroni and cheese co she
has a sccooter she is awesome and nice
the end b y Lola lola
do you want to be happy?singing it to a sad beat days, maybe im thinking too rashly
x days when i
used to finger paint and live happily
keeping life at a fast feet as i reminesce
on Nostalgias last speech.
Oh,nah nah someone keep me at reach
where is this reality you preach?
I'm so lifted I cant grab a hold of time or
maybe its my mind flippin the channel like a tv screen
maybe its my mind turning my reality into dreams i
need some
space no maybe i need time so the sun can brightly shine on this small
seed of mine to
finall bloom into hope and prosper into surreality so this wound
can heal and bloom
turning this catastrophe into normality so that
i can live at peace and be in tune with time
and finally the sun wont have to keep track of how many good days i find
where, the grass is always greener and my spirit is at ease
keeping me in high clouds warm enoughto feel a
breeze . _-Sunflowah
ive melted my heart n poured it in my x eyesthe pulses jolted my lids n fluttered my socketsi spilled blood over my brain n drenched my hair...wet
cold...
it became yours
warm
now i cry in my chest
wet...
these veins mean i live
old in your arms
you hold emptyness
i fill your space
whole...
what if I
were you
n you are my ego
do you feel
large
small like a skyscraper under water
wet...
this is time in a bottle
...with sand the color of money
so spend it wisely
n n you will become the aura of the sun
hot...
dismiss the clouds n become air
fre......en
n i will touch your mind...
---Z 6302015 Ii am
goodbye sam there is a plague comingi llove andy god is real hi mmayumi digiital social millenial art installation
my name is sam i like words. the only thing i like more is spell check.
born and raised new yorker
moving to colorado in 5 days
here are some of my thoughts from my nyc experience change is the only constant
air forced upon you by a passing subway is not a nice breeze
we are all in little boxes
cabs with thier light on are just yellow rolling temptation
getting a cup of coffee for 4 bucks isnt a deal
bitches love brunch
when you're polite to a cabbie, they are polite back
pizza on demand is a luxury
don't sub bacon for the impostor turkey bacon.
blibblinking orange hand means walk faster
approaching subway trains while refilling your card is just a daily self challenge and when you're fast enough a huge small win
bye ny
samantha mindich
There was this sizable chance to put down one's thoughts for the world tosee, and the mind went blank. AHHHHHH!