Million Monkeys, Million Typewriters
It’s about the magic and randomness of the universe. I want to see the beauty, the magic, and the randomness of writing and storytelling. It’s like opening a world—unfolding an infinite stream of rivers and clouds.
Loving life, finding peace in words. Just letting those monkeys dance on the typewriters, unveiling what’s in our souls. Unveiling the temporary time we have on earth—goodness and love, the precious things we hold as humans. Why were we created? Why must we approach life with a sense of unurgency—moment to moment?
We de-stress. We live. We enjoy life. We savor the luxury of not going anywhere—just our hands moving on the page. Just our beautiful million monkeys, telling us: fuck money, fuck pride, fuck fame.
We are here to create the dance for you.
You have no idea. You never know. God has a plan for you. God brought us here to give you peace, joy, and love.
Help us dance a million times.
Help your soul be where it needs to be.
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