.i said what? all i heard was the sound of a keyboard clicking: click click click... the breaking of bones in the fingers... the wind brushing the craniums of trees... a siren... a bottle being opened... a blank page being filled (a variant of a one man squash match being played out)... and... you're free to peer on this, but this is not speech... well... either your tongue or your eyes; since technically you didn't hear this, you saw it... so what? i don't care for the freedom to speak, but i am all for the freedom to think; and unless you're strapped to a chair, about to be tortured, and the torturer says: blink once for YES and twice for NO... well?

like Kierkegaard said:
people busy-body themselves
defending their "freedom" of speech,
and take little concerning
for the freedom to think,
-of speech
                       -to think...
it's like that grammar game:
to think is to do, something,
a freedom of?
         doesn't tell me much...
that apple vendor at Romford market
is talking... let's listen...
  two for one love!
      quid a half kilo bag!
talking...
                        i much prefer giving
my hands to the devil,
than my tongue to god...
         honest sailor, prior to a boy scout,
and his virginity, and honor...
it's so... invasive...
              talk...
                       writing? that's not talking,
not unless...
     'and i said this', see? quotation marks...
i really did say that out-loud simultaneously
within the confines of writing this...
and there's no "ambiguity" to go with it...
comments section: technically talking...
throwing words onto a blank piece of
paper, while having a stitched-up mouth?
well...
            i guess what i am doing is
showing you my thought...
  this... this is after all the P.E.A. meeting?
the phonetic-encoding "anonymous"?
yeah? great!
       good thing i brought a bottle of
whiskey with me, to pass the time.