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Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Rambling rambling trying to say…. …what. What is…what is…this world…but a tiny little thing. A speechless infant. A cowslip in spring. A girl. Who I am…? A… Thing. A thing. Imagine! If I can… When everything is vast. No words, no way. No truth, no words. No way. No truth, no words. No way. No truth, no words. No way. To say… I’m a girl wandering in April. I’m a girl wandering in April. I’m a girl wandering in April. I am a girl wandering in April. I’m a woman wandering in April. I’m a woman wandering in April. I’m 70 and I’m wandering in April. I’m 70. Who…a cowslip An IV drip. Me, wandering with no words. Then, brain working down the whole machine no, just the mouth to verbalize and verify and analyze and clarify and organize and ratify and formalize and justify the vacancy of vibrations in my vox box. complacency of situations until one talks.
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Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
If I Were Mute
Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vacancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Vagrancy. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Aimlessly. Rambling rambling trying to say…. …what. What is…what is…this world…but a tiny little thing. A speechless infant. A cowslip in spring. A girl. Who I am…? A… Thing. A thing. Imagine! If I can… When everything is vast. No words, no way. No truth, no words. No way. No truth, no words. No way. No truth, no words. No way. To say… I’m a girl wandering in April. I’m a girl wandering in April. I’m a girl wandering in April. I am a girl wandering in April. I’m a woman wandering in April. I’m a woman wandering in April. I’m 70 and I’m wandering in April. I’m 70. Who…a cowslip An IV drip. Me, wandering with no words. Then, brain working down the whole machine no, just the mouth to verbalize and verify and analyze and clarify and organize and ratify and formalize and justify the vacancy of vibrations in my vox box. complacency of situations until one talks.
Based on Samuel Beckett's "Not I"
#words#speech#mute#beckett
Jayelbe
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Jayelbe
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 4:01 PM UTC
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