Hello. My name is Kelton Sears and I was wondering if you'd be interested in reading some of my little stories I write on my typewriter and in my journal. Sometimes I write them at the park, sometimes at home, and sometimes- when I'm feeling adventurous, at the laundromat.
The hum of the washing machines helps me think. So does the smell of 75¢ detergent.
But anyways, I figured that if you were interested, I might as well create a place where you can look at all of these stories and tell me how much you love/hate/want-to-get-married-and-settle-down-with/later-realize-you-married-too-young-and-want-a-divorce-with/like them.
And that place is Typewriter Love.
So in closing, I'd like to say that you, my dear planet, have treated me well all these years. You've given me clothes, a home, friends, Chicken Korma, and an accordion. So I figure it's about time I give back.
Enjoy.
Your Pal,
Kelton
1 comment:
KELTON
I LOOKED AT YOUR MYSPACE AND FOUND THIS LINK. YOUR QUOTE IS INDEED ABOUT LAIKA. I ALSO LIKE YOUR BACKGROUND OF THE EX-FOX RECYCLED INTO A SHIP. WHERE IS THAT FROM?
DO YOU REALLY WRITE IN THE LAUNDROMAT? THAT'S INTERESTING. DO THEY MAKE YOU WASH SOME CLOTHES OR CAN YOU JUST HANG OUT IN THERE FOR FREE?
YOU SHOULD HIT CAPS LOCK AND THEN TEAR OFF YOUR SHIFT KEYS BECAUSE IF YOU'RE NOT CONFIDENT ENOUGH TO SCREAM SOMETHING YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS SAYING IT.
YOU TAKE CARE NOW
-BEN
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