Sliding a finger across the surface.
Though the dust might be a little thick; I could not resist the courier font — and a pink typewriter. I use an Olivetti Lettera 35L; alas, it is not pink, but it purrs.
Well, if anyone knows of a more active community for fem+lit, let me know.
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greetings !
I'm janice from new york city...I am a musician and these lyrics are my latest work
photobooth romance -- by yours truly
car crashes play over and over again
I look into your eyes and start to count to ten
losing all sense of thought ..forgetting how to breathe
steal me
take me away
give me an reason for all that I believe
losing ourselves in these city streets
lets take this picture and preserve how we feel
you're part of the cavalier and i was born amid distress
you're saving me from all that i fear
your kiss speaks of hope and truth
and now i believe
i'm overly quaint and too many spoonfuls of avante - garde
you have my medicine bottle in your back pocket
i've recovered quickly from all these car crashes because of your dosage
the way you stare pacifies me
just hold me close to your chest
in your arms is when i forget ..
losing ourselves in these city streets
lets take this picture and preserve how we feel
you're part of the cavalier and i was born amid distress
you're saving me from all that i fear
your kiss speaks of hope and truth
and now i believe
you're the reason she smiles
I'm janice from new york city...I am a musician and these lyrics are my latest work
photobooth romance -- by yours truly
car crashes play over and over again
I look into your eyes and start to count to ten
losing all sense of thought ..forgetting how to breathe
steal me
take me away
give me an reason for all that I believe
losing ourselves in these city streets
lets take this picture and preserve how we feel
you're part of the cavalier and i was born amid distress
you're saving me from all that i fear
your kiss speaks of hope and truth
and now i believe
i'm overly quaint and too many spoonfuls of avante - garde
you have my medicine bottle in your back pocket
i've recovered quickly from all these car crashes because of your dosage
the way you stare pacifies me
just hold me close to your chest
in your arms is when i forget ..
losing ourselves in these city streets
lets take this picture and preserve how we feel
you're part of the cavalier and i was born amid distress
you're saving me from all that i fear
your kiss speaks of hope and truth
and now i believe
you're the reason she smiles
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amused
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"New Every Morning" written today.
I saw the world with eyes
sleepless,
hungered,
and ragged.
What a sight to see.
But You, You now are
restoring
all the fight
within me.
I was a liar, a cheat, a fraud.
An abomination
to all things good and holy.
A blackened heart.
What a person to be.
But if the joy comes
in the morning.
Then, morning has risen.
I was awaiting
my transformation.
To finally be free.
Your mercies are new
every morning.
Thank dear God for that!
My heart has screamed
for healing.
Now I can finally say
I have been loosed,
I have been released.
And it was all Him,
it was all He did for me.
sleepless,
hungered,
and ragged.
What a sight to see.
But You, You now are
restoring
all the fight
within me.
I was a liar, a cheat, a fraud.
An abomination
to all things good and holy.
A blackened heart.
What a person to be.
But if the joy comes
in the morning.
Then, morning has risen.
I was awaiting
my transformation.
To finally be free.
Your mercies are new
every morning.
Thank dear God for that!
My heart has screamed
for healing.
Now I can finally say
I have been loosed,
I have been released.
And it was all Him,
it was all He did for me.
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tired
-
Seek to Dream
Seek to Dream
How be it that I would know you now?
Who would you have become?
Cantankerous and
curmudgeonly?
Or sweet-tempered and free?
What if I held your hand?
Would you yet look up and
smile at me?
When would I then begin to
understand?
Would I know more than what
my eyes did see?
And what would I give
to listen to your war stories again?
What would I have given
to know what would have gone
through your mind
as the planes crashed in
and all the world was at war
again?
Where would your heart be?
I, the child of your seniority
did so look to you, and
needed you
desperately
You do not understand
how dearly I craved
your fatherly authority.
Questioning, what, where, who, and how!
As time, fleeting, passes discreetly
and so imperceptibly.
Oh father I have wandered
through the deep recess of your
mind.
Whom do I feel, whom do my eyes see?
It is you, and in these years,
it is you I do seek to dream.
How be it that I would know you now?
Who would you have become?
Cantankerous and
curmudgeonly?
Or sweet-tempered and free?
What if I held your hand?
Would you yet look up and
smile at me?
When would I then begin to
understand?
Would I know more than what
my eyes did see?
And what would I give
to listen to your war stories again?
What would I have given
to know what would have gone
through your mind
as the planes crashed in
and all the world was at war
again?
Where would your heart be?
I, the child of your seniority
did so look to you, and
needed you
desperately
You do not understand
how dearly I craved
your fatherly authority.
Questioning, what, where, who, and how!
As time, fleeting, passes discreetly
and so imperceptibly.
Oh father I have wandered
through the deep recess of your
mind.
Whom do I feel, whom do my eyes see?
It is you, and in these years,
it is you I do seek to dream.