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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
Nov 22, 2012 at 3:19 PM UTC
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
Nov 22, 2012 at 3:19 PM UTC
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