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Records I (Prologue/Prelife)

I have kept a record

of every conversation

anyone has ever had with me.

 

In detail,sometimes;

vivid, sometimes not.

Never precision; there is no room

for over-thinking stuff,

like language;

like time.

I will speak in Mumble. I will enunciate nothing.

 

All my records;

tongue without teeth.

Transcribed sounds like

glottal stop!trill!trill!Bilabial trill.

pushed, together, a

part and together, nothing is fixed

in my records

there is no complete.

 

Sometimes my records are made of a

language without language.

Once written down, there is no way to translate it.

-How do you say?

-You don't say.  

You don't say.

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Nov 22, 2012
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