Awhile back I coined its name “The Smoking Typewriter”...
That’s because my portable electric typewriter has become almost legendary amongst my fellow inmates. As I would spend a number of hours each day sitting behind my machine and typing away, after a while many of the guys would begin to tease me in a good-natured way, that the “tap, tap, tap” of the typewriter sounded like a machine gun, and that my fast and furious striking of the keys caused smoke to come out the sides of it. And while my typewriter didn’t actually smoke, the sound of it could be heard throughout the housing unit.
I do enjoy using my typewriter whenever I respond to letters or prepare entries in my online journal. I do, however, see my machine as something of a lethal weapon that I use to wage warfare against my adversary, the devil.
I’ve no doubt whatsoever that they devil hates me, and he hates my typewriter as well. Just as King David used an ordinary slingshot to kill Goliath the giant, I’m using my typewriter to strike decisive blows upon the kingdom of darkness.
My typewriter is a gift from God, and I believe I am using it well.
D. B.
I do enjoy using my typewriter whenever I respond to letters or prepare entries in my online journal. I do, however, see my machine as something of a lethal weapon that I use to wage warfare against my adversary, the devil.
I’ve no doubt whatsoever that they devil hates me, and he hates my typewriter as well. Just as King David used an ordinary slingshot to kill Goliath the giant, I’m using my typewriter to strike decisive blows upon the kingdom of darkness.
My typewriter is a gift from God, and I believe I am using it well.
D. B.
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