I fixed my typewriter! It was tricky.
It's nice fixing things. Makes you feel accomplished & smart (even if you aren't).
I got this sunshine machine to type up my completed poems.
It makes me happy to sit and type on it.
I think of writers,
it takes me to a strange romantic place.
A place that smells like cigarettes and whiskey.
Caliginous rooms, alive with Jazz.
Mostly, I think of Jack Kerouac.
I think of Jack Kerouac.
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