Thursday, June 23, 2011

flirty

lean in a little.

say it like it's a secret.

make your breath sound like italics.

click your tongue against the roof your mouth

then you'll sound like me.

the typewriter.
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14 comments:

  1. BubbaJune 23, 2011 at 2:11 PM

    psst... I love you, typewriter. :)


    Seriously though, does anyone actually use a typewriter these days? (Much less talk to one?)

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  2. bttrflyscarJune 23, 2011 at 2:25 PM

    if I did, I'd never get anything done on time lol.

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  3. EllaJune 23, 2011 at 3:24 PM

    Clever; I loved it...mine would say "chatterbox" lol

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  4. Laurie KolpJune 23, 2011 at 5:35 PM

    This is great! I remember those typewriter days... you captured the sounds perfectly.

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  5. Eileen T O'Neill .....June 24, 2011 at 8:02 AM

    How sweet a relationship. A typewriter, is so very close in thought!!!

    Eileen

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  6. Sherry Blue SkyJune 27, 2011 at 5:50 PM

    I started off at age eleven typing on an old Underwood my grandpa gave me. I typed incredibly fast with two fingers.........for decades, while one key after another fell off. I resisted the computer and word processor, but what a revelation once I switched over........no more White-Out by the gallon!!!!!
    My kids remember going to sleep and waking up to the sound of me banging away on the keys.......thanks for the memories:)

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  7. bttrflyscarJune 28, 2011 at 7:01 AM

    surely :) sounds like you have part of a memoir there.

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  8. Chronicles of IllusionsJune 29, 2011 at 2:24 AM

    this is fantastic
    love - make your breath sound like italics

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  9. bttrflyscarJune 29, 2011 at 6:42 AM

    thanks Jo!

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  10. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallJune 29, 2011 at 6:22 PM

    smart.

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  11. bttrflyscarJune 30, 2011 at 6:31 AM

    thanks Jingle!

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  12. AnonymousJune 30, 2011 at 7:04 AM

    I love this one I haven't used a typewriter sense I was 11 you make it sound much nicer than I remember lol

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  13. UnknownJuly 4, 2011 at 2:42 PM

    "make your breath sound like italics..." love that. LOVE that. <3

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  14. bttrflyscarJuly 5, 2011 at 7:21 AM

    thanks, babe! :)

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