THE TYPEWRITER PROJECT

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Hi my name is the accountant

I enjoy staring into space

You are the master of your own destiny

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When I was a childI liked to writePoetry. I wore my heart proudly Stitched onto my sleeve. But as I've gotten older I've gotten terribly good at taking my shirt off And tracing poetry onto others people's skin.

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I may spell various things wrong I am only in fourth grade. I wonder if anyone can actually read this.. It may be too light to see, or maybe this will just end up at the very bottom of this scroll.

Well if you are reading this, then have a nice day.

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Well whoever wrote that was cool. It's me again from about a page ago.Now let me ask you some questions.How old are you? What's your favorite band? As you can tell i am really bored just standing here in the bookstore, relaxed because of the air conditioner (all hail whoever made those wonderful things).

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On a white hot dayShelled by enduring hazeI elicit one last coherent breath A sweet peace breeze duals my lungs As I fall deep into simmering apathy.

Patrick Kedian

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Hello my name is E and I love my parakeet. Sometimes it is hard to write you wish that you could let the words flow from our pen, but no. I don't know.Well hello friends I think we are running out of ink. Ok maybe I can write something real. This thing is by far more confusing than a computer.

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Every day his mail gets sent back to me.

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if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.

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Communism will win. Communism will win. Communism will win.Black Lives Matter.All work and no communism makes Jack a dull boy. Socialism or barbarism. Communism or extinction.

Either we all live in a decent world, or no one does.

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Typing on a typewriter is hard.How did great works get written on here?

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All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy

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As the energy mass equivalence is proportional to the mass times the speed of light squared. I love my friends sara and michelle. chicken nuggets.I think therefore i am.20 seconds of courage is essential to life. Representing queens. lana sucks at world history lana sucks at ap euro too mrs. suite can smd i hate her. omg I hope i dont fail in life.

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death is inevitablewen sich die menschen

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North Carolina representing.Landon. Gracie. Rob. BJ.left handed people.

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where do you get all of your books?how many books do you have?how much money is your most expensive thing?

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The Knicks suck. This should be down on paper forever.

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I have no idea what to write hey whaas up ma peeps.

In Christ alone, my hope is foul. I'm sorry I dont have the Courage

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There I would see a Sun by rising set,And by that setting endless day beget.

John Donne

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The world is charged with the grandeur of GodIt will flame out like shining from shook foil.

G.M. Hopkins

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Horace got out of bed early one thursday afternoon with a grim sense of unease. It was his cousin's birthday.The invisible monster Leaning like a plague Of green slush and concrete. The weighted vision of worry.