Yellow corn stalks

Yellow corn stalks .

Piano man why are you drinking so much malted milk?

The hated hands of the drunken man floating. Floating in the fog.

Why are there the floating hands of a creepy man in here? Imagine for yourself just how creepy that would be!

A walrus was walking down the road the other day. He wanted to go to the optician in order to change his glasses.

Come here. Come here. Come here. Come here. Come here. Come here. Come here.

Stan come here! Stan go there! Stan. Stan. STAN! I don’t want to have to listen to you anymore. I’m leaving.

Can you leave a little faster, please? We’ve already replaced you in the play.

I’ve been to some places, some places where this sort of thing is illegal. You know doing this makes me feel free.

Feeling free is something I would wish for too.

I would wish for love.

I would wish for peppermint lemurs but that’s just my thing.

Here in here upon the world filled with hotel cushions stuffed with the hair of angels. Angels that are now completely bald but that’s okay if you really think about it.

Think about the wool that we can wrap around the trees in the park. We managed to trap the magical energy that was leaking out of the flowers there.

Leaking taps are a problem in the winter. The water can cause further leaking and ruptures in pipes and other plumbing.

I bring a hundred dollar bill and a fifty-pound note to the frozen north.

In the north, you’d find something.

Of course. What… If you’re looking you’re gonna find something.

That’s my social commentary for all of this that is going on.

What’s going on where you live? What’s going on right now?

That sounds like a particularly painful event. A particularly painful event.

It’s the sort of mistake that can cause you a lot of pain. Pain that would be very, very embarrassing. Accident. Accidental accidents.

How are we going to get there? How are we going to do this?

We just put one foot in front of the other. One foot in front of the other.

A move that you could use in wrestling. A move that would be spiralling towards the center of the bucket ring.

Is that even a thing. People just keep talking about nonsense.

We do think of people like that. We do think…occasionally. Occasionally thinking.

You want to write but how much do you want to do it? How much do you really care ?

They just sit there, looking like someone who has been seeing ghosts

They sang too.

They sang about the trees in the city and how sad they are. How sad they are about the rain that pours from the clouds.

Clouds filled with gravy.

You want to write but how much do you want to do it? How much do you really care ?

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About voicehearingnotes

I hear voices and I write about that.
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