I’ve been looking through all my old now to my phone and thinking back to mum when I wrote one. I’ve been picking about the difference in how the sound depending on whether I was moving were sitting down with her about it. Remembering walking to the park was running running on my phone. I remember one was typing my computer after having such something sticky like honey your glue is something that I couldn’t get off my fingers. That’s on to shine returns. Make up my notes have voice recognition is this thing I want to quickly speak something before forgetting it. I think this kind of screwed for new kind of Scrabble it’s not difficult to recognise these approval stick out like because of it fluency and don’t have a single spelling steak and then suddenly was aware of that makes absolutely no sense in sentence like terrible scenario in another room trying to say something about the president for self. Setting aside for the month I’m up for a moment to politics or of the fact that my phone has no problem spelling the name of the contemporary western leaders, I’m struck by having these euphonic D tour to take on my vocal chords.
I say the words out loud again in the situation returns in a kind way that texting my attention for away from what I intended to communicate to my future self. Bit like sticky fingers, but the stickiness it’s more about like an outsider and instruction of the intention. The new words in my throat rest attention for a moment to spend with lots of vibrate and monks council countless other meanings and intentions and let it go again. But before letting me back to my past train thought and myself also suspended and economic memory feedback physical sensation that is to make that sound about A bus wizards across my bedsheet and set off that loud hissing sound of decompressing Earth but I’ve always wondered whether they set off intentionally by bus drivers to scare people. The small flock of pigeon rides up in front of me and struggle against the wind is not blowing on me. Everything falls from nowhere in for a cup of soft feathers. I see myself throwing myself backwards onto my bed and I’m still in front of my computer and done.
Do you like how there are certain words that you would saying because you don’t like the way they sound like ever in other words you don’t write because there are difficult to spell or maybe they look weird remind you of something that doesn’t fit in the sentence, like the word through which reminds me up at the lad an exclamation when I see it written? Those words create new ways of thinking about things; new password meaning in intention. But they are usually very personal and idiosyncratic I’m trying to imagine what it means for the reply as of the world to be the type to the strangeness of the riding invoice.
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