The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Monday, September 9, 2013

Getting a lot worse, lately.

Finding a voice has been a long struggle. Being fluent and articulate, enunciating and increasing volume, helps mask but does not solve the problem. Words stick, in my mouth, in my brain, behind my brain, and I stammer and repeat myself hoping the right words push out, with another run up.

When the people around me rush to read my mind, wrongly, then attack me for what they thought I was going to say, the loop snarls further.


  1. I just saw ‘if you really feel you must’
    would you prefer not?

    Okay, just SORRY then.

  2. Friko,

    Well, if you put it that way. Hell, blog called moose snot, only snide and cranky comments are allowed.


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