canteloupeAre you tired? I think you are.
She isn’t listening to you.
Nope I wonder what’s going on.
The sound of carpet is rather grating…no? Though…it’s not as bad as it was the other day. The wet fish, no the smoked fish, was just laying there.
Laying hair is very important.
Layering hair? Please don’t sound so stupid.
In my day girls wore there hair long.
Bore da.
The feeling is rather disturbing.
It’s the sounds that I have a problem with. You know, I think that we have been here for an amount of time that is entirely too long.
Hahaha you said too long.
How immature. Grow up. We are trying to have a civilised conversation here.
Lalalala gathering nuts in may. Gathering nuts in May. Have you every heard something as weird as gathering nuts in May?
Yes… your singing. Stop it or I’ll set the dog on you. Now be gone.
I want my mummy. I want my nanna. I want a cuddle. Not a hug, a cuddle.
Do you know where the biscuit tin is…kept? I want to eat some biscuits.
That girl is here again. I wonder how she died.
Well lets all just ignore her.
I was a cantaloupe looking for a man. The kind of man that could solve the little problem that I was having. A suitcase full of money was enough to seal the deal.
Seal the seal?

About voicehearingnotes

I hear voices and I write about that.
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2 Responses to Cantaloupe

  1. katiereablog says:

    This is such a beautiful post, I can so relate to what you are saying. This post has left me wanting to read more so I have followed you. Keep writing please!

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