Lines

All lines are normal.


I control my fingers otherwise they seems to want to keep going.


My hand must follow the bold sweep of the letters. I feel as if my consciousness is situated in the part of my body that's now active -my hands, my elbows, my tongue.


I'm trying another line. The outlines of the line seem linear, but my lines are not. The outline of my hand is not linear either. This is a very good line isn't it? I give up - I'll try again.


I'll write a line with no break. No pause. No stop. Period. Laughter. There is something on the floor.


I am... everything is... changed... they're calling... your face... interwoven... who is...thanks for the memory...


This will be the best line, more like the first one, only better. If I'm not careful I'll lose control of my finger movements, but I won't, because I know. I know, I know, I know.


I can feel my fingers , I think it's starting to wear off. This is a pretty good line- this keyboard is mighty hard to hold.


I have nothing to say about this last line, it is bad and uninteresting, I want to go home now.