There comes a point when you ask yourself to whom you are actually talking to when talking to yourself. The other day I was reading a Monty Python DVD box and the a
uthorship of the text on the back was credited to "that voice that appears on your head when you read something". Usually people - as they tell me - listen to their own voice, but me... I can't recognize it. I don't know whether it's just because we never really get used to our own voice... or 'cause it is someone unknown. I'd like to have full control over that voice, 24/7, just like I am right now - as I listen to the voice of the movie preview guy, mocked by Pablo Francisco. But, anyway, I never really remember the dreams I have. But I do know I've dreamed a good bunch once when I wake up with the head full of thoughts, and they're said by this strange voice.But who is this voice talking to anyway? I don't really have anything new to tell myself, because it would be only a malfunctioning of the logic I still think I have left. One of the things I do rely on is the eighteenth-century-enlightment logic I've learned at school and use up to today. Not ashamed of it, I'm some centuries back when it comes to logic and cientific thinking, and it's OK. But talking to yourself? That's just not right.
Being honest. I know why. I'm my own wilson ball. And... not ashamed either.
[now I ask you to reread the text - it's not that long - with the most amusing voice you can think of. Not outloud! To yourself! You just don't learn, do ya?]
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bloody genious.. auhauhauha, this is good stuff man, hilarious and real. damn, now I'll probably spend the day trying to hear this flipping voice in my head!
by the way, Im' about to start the book you've sent me, but not without a recommendation: read "Haunted", written by Chuck Palahniuk.
ok, that's enough.
ai, meu filho.. eu até leria seu post, mas wraaaaa..
tanto texto em inglês o tempo todo no curso aqui que eu até desanimei quando acessei seu bôlológ. desculpa. outro dia eu volto mais inspirada. mas o que quer que vc esteja falando aí, eu concordo e confio no que você diz. ei, tô trabalhando na revista online de periódicos da ufpb e achei um artigo seu publicado lá. massa! =)
beijo e saudade.
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Well, I don't recognize mine either. But sometimes I hear different ones. Sometimes I hear some that is not mine and not the usual "reader" also.
I reckon it's best to not know. Control is not always a good sign. Nor reason.
If you look for two centuries ago for enlightment, perhaps you should also look two milleniuns - not that you don't, but you know what I mean.
"In the city, you must fight to survive... " hehehe
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