A Subjective and Non-Flexible Contract with Humanity (Originally molded from Spontaneous Prose)

We grow. Yes. We must. A great artist, was one that was said to really know how to see the jukebox, and said it looked like a coffin. A great artist was just a person who was born in Mississippi or Baton Rouge during a strange season when snowy hills were powdered on the bayou.… Continue reading A Subjective and Non-Flexible Contract with Humanity (Originally molded from Spontaneous Prose)

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Not Words Just adventures in New Machine and paper things

I've had three typewriters that I've now used; a sears travel, a Remington noiseless steal from 1939, and a Smith Corona Galaxy twelve. The first two were left behind when I was forced to leave a city with as little as possible, or had to pay rent or eat. The last one wasn't mine but I used it to write a manuscript, so for me, it's as much… Continue reading Not Words Just adventures in New Machine and paper things