When I was six years old I sat down at a typewriter and typed about absolutely nothing. It was an electric typewriter, grey and tan, with brown keys, and the sound of the keys falling was hypnotic like a tin-canned tree in the wind. It ruled me, as though the divine light of Divinity came down and spoke to me, told me what to say. I talked of jellybean disease, which was sent to your brain by federal express. I talked of the psychosis jellybean disease instilled in little boy's minds. I didn't stop typing, lest the sound of those keys stopped humming. It was magic.
I have since sat down in front of that abandoned typewriter, and often wondered if it remembers that day. I left the typewriter for the piano, as I could easily play middle C over and over at get just as hypnotized. Besides, I had written all I had to say.....This profile was edited with MySpace Profile Editor MySpace Profile Editor
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
People that chew tobacco and strut sometimes.
People that talk in tounges
People that will laugh at my face
People that going going gone
People like you.
