Tales From The Typer
One boy's protest against the almighty binary digit via poetry and typewriters.
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Saturday, December 30, 2017
there was magic in the air
Friday, December 29, 2017
something tells me it's all happening at the zoo
Thursday, December 28, 2017
ancient footprints are everywhere
Wednesday, December 27, 2017
it came out of the sky
Tuesday, December 26, 2017
purple haze going through my mind
too many parts per million
Thursday, December 21, 2017
come as you are
Wednesday, December 20, 2017
time has come today
Tuesday, December 19, 2017
i'm your captain, though i'm feeling mighty sick
Monday, December 18, 2017
righty tighty lefty loosie
Friday, December 15, 2017
godzilla vs. rock lobster
pictures of matchstick men and you
big wheels moving
running down a dream
yabba dabba do, the king is gone and so are you
oh, san francisco girls
he had white horses
step right up
Wednesday, December 13, 2017
the right stuff
blinded by the light
i've got a feeling
these are latter days we know
Tuesday, December 12, 2017
on the road again
Monday, December 11, 2017
better listen to what the man said
Saturday, December 2, 2017
barefoot in the park
Friday, December 1, 2017
better run through the jungle
Wednesday, November 29, 2017
everyone's a captain kirk
Tuesday, November 28, 2017
oh yeah...
Monday, November 27, 2017
one in the box, one in the bush
Sunday, November 26, 2017
a fool and his money are soon elected
Friday, November 24, 2017
a different kind of poverty now upsets my soul
Thursday, November 23, 2017
the sheik of the burning sand
Tuesday, November 21, 2017
the old man is down the road
everything is broken
summer rain taps in my window
Monday, November 20, 2017
still haven't found what i'm looking for
people try to put me down
red sky in the morning
condemned to repeat it
the rain exploded with a mighty crash
enter the dragon
Sunday, November 19, 2017
float like a butterly sing like a bee
going down that lonesome road feeling blue
no one knows what goes on
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