Tales From The Typer
One boy's protest against the almighty binary digit via poetry and typewriters.
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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
hope i die before i get old
stop hey what's that sound
inna gadda da vida, baby
Saturday, November 18, 2017
to everything there is a season
if you smile at me i will understand
psychedelic shack thats where its at
on the road again
hey now don't dream it's over
dig for your life
here in status symbol land
you take the good you take the bad
i'm just waiting on a friend
beyond the beyond
Friday, November 17, 2017
the western sun meets the air
picture a man...
dinosaur victrolas
as haikus go
Thursday, November 16, 2017
the kids are alright
Monday, November 13, 2017
video vertigo
Saturday, November 11, 2017
when the levee breaks
Tuesday, November 7, 2017
the urban cowboy strikes again
Monday, November 6, 2017
put that in your corporate pipe and smoke it
Sunday, November 5, 2017
ripple in still water
Saturday, November 4, 2017
who's on first?
Thursday, November 2, 2017
beware of darkness
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