Typewriter Pleasure, 5 September 2013

The rewards of typing on a type writer, the noise, the feeling of to resistance each key has to being pressed and how it gleefully stamps the page to show your decisive pressing of the key.

How once the line is filled it snaps back and reels with a ding to the other side of a wonderfully textured piece of paper.

The pleasure of placing a page in a box, once you have typed it. The reward given by a machine which works with you to allow you to create that which exists in your head.

Not one you must fight for each word. Or that corrects your mistakes and interrupts your thinking because this word must be spelled right! And now! Not the reprehensible screens which punish you for all of your creative efforts! Yet give no reward, no work to touch, or feel. Simply odd contortions of your mouth and face as you struggle to understand how you have wronged this piece of electric machinery... Of why it's creator felt it so important to halt your creativity in exchange for accuracy.

Well to you I say fooewy!

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It is what it is...

It's the absolute truth, at the end of the day it doesn't matter. Almost nothing really does. I have one life, one time around and one chance to experience this world. The people in it and everything it has to offer. I've lived my life by this philosophy since I was young and I probably will until I die. Life is about the experience, we have laws so we don't fuck up someone else's. Theres plenty of people who can do whatever. Only I am suited to be me, and live my life. So it is what it is.

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