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imported_softwhisper
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Today...I... took myself...from...the torments...
that...
voice...was producing...
I decided...
that...
for myself...
a better prospect...to it...
I packed...a bag...lunch...
and...
started...the journey...of this earthly day...
It was...a long experience...to the event...
as...
my journey...actually started...the night before...
I organise...myself prior...to an event...
as the event...
would never...be for seen...other wise...
I do...in writing...this to you...my new friends...if I may...take the liberty...in addressing you as such...
find...this story writing...to you...funny...
but...
truly...not...
quite sad...actually...
but...
please...do not...feel sorrow...for...me...
as...my life...has...become such...that humour...to my actions...with 'voice'...seems...to be the best...solution...to my progress...
Gosh!!!...sorry...to get back to...the story line...
I started to organise my dress...of the day to proceed...as you can gather the night before...
I...completed...six...entire looks...before that night rested...
the 'voice'...
wasn't happy with my appearance...
now...
I say'voice'...
perfection is very hard to obtain...
therefore...
'The Day' eventuated...
two...more outfits...with all the adornments...down to the matching bloomers (undergarments) the colour...to...'voice'...not quite the right shade...nor the moth ridden hole...to the appearance...
bag...already checked...
may i ...suggest...as you are by now probably...aware...by spiritual chatter too...
Dogs...(my two precious human forms)...looking in the usual way...hmmm is she talking to us????...oooo better go lay down in the corner...for a wee while...the out going biscuit...will come...sometime...
the order of the day...well known to them...
check...
check...
check...
oooops!!!!!....over check too...
Have you all checked up there...is the orniments facing the right way...
oooo!!!the biscuit is coming...says the dogs...
shes ready to get ooot...
Done...
Sighhhhhhhh....
Dooooon the road...I traverse...
Not a living soul...aware...of the inner turmoils...of this 'voice' to this day of mine...
Good morning I say to this earthly morning...
and...
Peace to it...
in humour...my mind says...
...perhaps your silent day ...prospers well...for you...
I find myself...with the public transport...
looking...to the individuals...sharing...with me...
Are...you sharing...my world...is the thought...given...
or...
is this bliss...you have as a silent...world to you...pleasant...
I finally arrive...
at...the destination...
I prop the ailing body...on the beach...
sandwich...and...flask...to the bargain...
I look...at the glory...of nature...
for five minutes...I think
...
then...
the troublesome...traverse home...
'voice'...having a lovely day oooot...
my human body...sick...ailing...
and...
very sad...
My house...has become...my jail...
I adore...my life...by the way...
but...
'voice'...seems to have another opinion...
The purpose...of this journey...
and...
the pain...to my rheumatism...
was to gain...fodder...for my artistic qualities...
Is it any wonder...my jail...is my penance...
as...
the order...to leave...it...
is...a nightmare...
I look...up...
are you there...
talking to that part of my existence...
that...
helps...
this torment...
My part...
that...
belongs to... the 'Creator'...of all...
there...is...my...solace...
and...
there...eliviates...the turmoil...of...this...infernal...organising by'voice' to me...
I laugh...
but...
not...
whose life is this...
by the way...
in the light of the love...softwhisper(xxhugsxxx)
that...
voice...was producing...
I decided...
that...
for myself...
a better prospect...to it...
I packed...a bag...lunch...
and...
started...the journey...of this earthly day...
It was...a long experience...to the event...
as...
my journey...actually started...the night before...
I organise...myself prior...to an event...
as the event...
would never...be for seen...other wise...
I do...in writing...this to you...my new friends...if I may...take the liberty...in addressing you as such...
find...this story writing...to you...funny...
but...
truly...not...
quite sad...actually...
but...
please...do not...feel sorrow...for...me...
as...my life...has...become such...that humour...to my actions...with 'voice'...seems...to be the best...solution...to my progress...
Gosh!!!...sorry...to get back to...the story line...
I started to organise my dress...of the day to proceed...as you can gather the night before...
I...completed...six...entire looks...before that night rested...
the 'voice'...

now...
I say'voice'...
perfection is very hard to obtain...
therefore...
'The Day' eventuated...
two...more outfits...with all the adornments...down to the matching bloomers (undergarments) the colour...to...'voice'...not quite the right shade...nor the moth ridden hole...to the appearance...
bag...already checked...
may i ...suggest...as you are by now probably...aware...by spiritual chatter too...

Dogs...(my two precious human forms)...looking in the usual way...hmmm is she talking to us????...oooo better go lay down in the corner...for a wee while...the out going biscuit...will come...sometime...
the order of the day...well known to them...
check...
check...
check...
oooops!!!!!....over check too...
Have you all checked up there...is the orniments facing the right way...
oooo!!!the biscuit is coming...says the dogs...
shes ready to get ooot...
Done...
Sighhhhhhhh....
Dooooon the road...I traverse...
Not a living soul...aware...of the inner turmoils...of this 'voice' to this day of mine...
Good morning I say to this earthly morning...
and...
Peace to it...
in humour...my mind says...

I find myself...with the public transport...
looking...to the individuals...sharing...with me...
Are...you sharing...my world...is the thought...given...
or...
is this bliss...you have as a silent...world to you...pleasant...
I finally arrive...
at...the destination...
I prop the ailing body...on the beach...
sandwich...and...flask...to the bargain...
I look...at the glory...of nature...
for five minutes...I think

then...
the troublesome...traverse home...
'voice'...having a lovely day oooot...
my human body...sick...ailing...
and...
very sad...
My house...has become...my jail...
I adore...my life...by the way...
but...
'voice'...seems to have another opinion...
The purpose...of this journey...
and...
the pain...to my rheumatism...
was to gain...fodder...for my artistic qualities...
Is it any wonder...my jail...is my penance...
as...
the order...to leave...it...
is...a nightmare...
I look...up...
are you there...
talking to that part of my existence...
that...
helps...
this torment...
My part...
that...
belongs to... the 'Creator'...of all...
there...is...my...solace...
and...
there...eliviates...the turmoil...of...this...infernal...organising by'voice' to me...
I laugh...
but...
not...
whose life is this...
by the way...
in the light of the love...softwhisper(xxhugsxxx)