THE TYPEWRITER PROJECT

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stay sexy and don't get murdered

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I am going to tell you, dear typewriter, some things I want to say to somebody if I only had the courage. it makes me happy to see how in love you are with him. and though I wish I could have been there for you and I know you say that I was in my own special way but I wish you could have told me so I could have done something said something been there so I could have given you every ounce of love I feel for you. So in conclusion, I want you to know that I really do care even if I don't know how to show it.

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sometimes i get anxious and i don't know why

my mom died recently and things have been very confusing.

i keep finding myself wanting to call her and i can't.

also this typewriter needs more ink.

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what are the limits of love? i don't believe in them.

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where's my sprite? how u doin'?

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my room is always messy. I clean it up just to dirty it again. And I'm finding that it's not my room that's messy it's me.

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bubbles encased in glass, ruminating machines

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poetry is like carbon dioxide to me i take is experience, my oxygen and it flows out of me word by word breath by breath every second of the day i still won't call myself a poet but it is necessary to me, part of my everyday life and i wouldn't want it any other way.

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well i don't know what to write now so i'm going to stop now thanks bye bye.

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That metal fan spins around and around, whoosh, whoosh.

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This is the first time writing on a typewriter so i know this is really bad but my name is Isaac and I just wanted to say hi.

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This is Clara and in five or ten seconds I will be gone.

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I got loyalty inside my DNA coke and quarter peace inside my DNA I got power poison pain inside my DNA I got hustle through ambition, flow, I was born like this, so perform this DNA there's never going to be a time when there is something I don't want to be. There is so much people think they need. There's enough love and happiness to go around and there are people who are hogging the joy. Love is all you need. Don't ever think anything else. Love.We are just as good as you.We are just as strong as you.We are sometimes better than you.You have to remember that. We have voices too.We have rights to play a part in the future. You have to remember that.

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hello i ask a dark corridor lit only by candles gleams. the throbbing light from the end of the passage shines calmly, welcomingly, letting me know that maybe if i walk far enough, try hard enough, i'll get there.

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candor ends paranoia - ALLEN GINSBERG

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no sleep and a small brain makes bonnie a dumb girl. no work and no sleep and small brain makes bonnie a dumb girl. no sleep and small no sleep and small brain. Makes. Bonnie a dumb girl.

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jim billy bob joe was here

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Nikola was here

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There is no place like the strand anywhere in the world. I will hurry back. enamel pins. Are. Too. Expensive. Here. ...you sisters unite for the unicorn so he gets candy.

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Books are cool

That's Why I'm at the Strand

How do I work this thing,

Did I mention that I was born in 2003?