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BETWEEN THE WORDS The leg that had fallen asleep: suddenly awoke attacked him with pins...with needles. "Ow!"  "oW!" & "OW!" he shouted at himself shaking a leg He felt like a bad Xerox copy of his self. The typewriter glowered at him. He glared right back. "Do your worst!" it smirked. "...the men who moil for gold..." the old Service line resurfaced "Moil...ha ha...how true!" His measly one-finger-typing trying to keep up with his mind...fall...ing..be...hind. The typewriter trying to find his train of thought the clickety clack of words. Man morphing into machine. Both one & the same. Only the next word...counts. Thinking & not thinking. The mind in free fall. The words pumped up. Loving the return of carriage the next line springing into being. "Coraggio!. . .coraggio!" His mind admonishes him. "Andiamo!" he exhorts his words. On a roll now. One part of him( writing ). The other singing THE RUNAWAY TRAIN. "And she blew! And she blew...blew...blew....blew...blew! Ooooohhhh....oooooohhh!" Uh hu! The ribbon of his mind wearing thin. Words now in red. & now. In nothing. The words appearing like their own ghosts. A mere impression. "Don't leave me this way!" his mind sings to them. " I don't understand how I'm at your command..." The "e" key raising its angry  littl     fist. Stu...stu...UCK A gain. Typewriter: quiet now. Weeds of silence growing up between the words.
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Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 5:09 AM UTC
BETWEEN THE WORDS
BETWEEN THE WORDS The leg that had fallen asleep: suddenly awoke attacked him with pins...with needles. "Ow!"  "oW!" & "OW!" he shouted at himself shaking a leg He felt like a bad Xerox copy of his self. The typewriter glowered at him. He glared right back. "Do your worst!" it smirked. "...the men who moil for gold..." the old Service line resurfaced "Moil...ha ha...how true!" His measly one-finger-typing trying to keep up with his mind...fall...ing..be...hind. The typewriter trying to find his train of thought the clickety clack of words. Man morphing into machine. Both one & the same. Only the next word...counts. Thinking & not thinking. The mind in free fall. The words pumped up. Loving the return of carriage the next line springing into being. "Coraggio!. . .coraggio!" His mind admonishes him. "Andiamo!" he exhorts his words. On a roll now. One part of him( writing ). The other singing THE RUNAWAY TRAIN. "And she blew! And she blew...blew...blew....blew...blew! Ooooohhhh....oooooohhh!" Uh hu! The ribbon of his mind wearing thin. Words now in red. & now. In nothing. The words appearing like their own ghosts. A mere impression. "Don't leave me this way!" his mind sings to them. " I don't understand how I'm at your command..." The "e" key raising its angry  littl     fist. Stu...stu...UCK A gain. Typewriter: quiet now. Weeds of silence growing up between the words.
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Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 5:09 AM UTC
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