typewriter excerpt

Below is an excerpt from a project my wife and I started. Similar to Burroughs & the dadaists, we leave a piece of paper in the typewriter and from time to time add whatever thoughts or free flowing words that come to mind. The aim is simple: A continuous flow of pure thought. Just what will show itself if self steps aside? In other words, pulling back the curtain of that third mind.

“sweet silver tongue how you rage in your cage, slung slumping over
humming along the railways, gazing city horizons through glassy
eyed bottles, left behind by the number 9.“