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over the phone you might think me a kindhearted metro-sexual with a deep voice that lilts and appropriately pitches to accommodate your ear and manipulate your conception of me so that you wont put a frowney face nested in the message that im leaving for someone else above any "i" that might appear but this vocal spirit only disguises the less-than-cheeerful demeanor with which i walk around when i deftly cut of all communication with the people that need me to be something that makes them feel better not only about my person but humanity as a whole too i have a love hate relationship with phone voice it often feels like im acting i wrote and approved a script where a melancholy person pretends to be the most pleasant thing that you have ever known "yes, HULLLOOO! im looking to leave a message for ....[puke in mouth] heather" and when that dreadful experience wains and vanishes i light another cigarette slam down a shot glass and growl ghrryeeeeaaaaah me again ***** with tobacco stained fingers happy [through ingestion] but still not that person never phone voice happy
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May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 12:43 PM UTC
phone voice
over the phone you might think me a kindhearted metro-sexual with a deep voice that lilts and appropriately pitches to accommodate your ear and manipulate your conception of me so that you wont put a frowney face nested in the message that im leaving for someone else above any "i" that might appear but this vocal spirit only disguises the less-than-cheeerful demeanor with which i walk around when i deftly cut of all communication with the people that need me to be something that makes them feel better not only about my person but humanity as a whole too i have a love hate relationship with phone voice it often feels like im acting i wrote and approved a script where a melancholy person pretends to be the most pleasant thing that you have ever known "yes, HULLLOOO! im looking to leave a message for ....[puke in mouth] heather" and when that dreadful experience wains and vanishes i light another cigarette slam down a shot glass and growl ghrryeeeeaaaaah me again ***** with tobacco stained fingers happy [through ingestion] but still not that person never phone voice happy
"ghrryeeeeaaaaah" just try to pronounce that
allan-jain-bonder
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May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 12:43 PM UTC
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