He talks in a low hum
with no air between the words.
He fills all the space.
He fills all the space.
Hefillsallthespace.
He’s like crickets.
"…something like the supervisor of an entire team of political agents…"
He talks in a low hum
with no air between the words.
He fills all the space.
He fills all the space.
Hefillsallthespace.
He’s like crickets.
people like this make my temples ache and i just want to run outside, close my eyes, and feel the warm sun on my face. and, feel the warm space.
we have a cricket problem, and they freak me out. they hop, faster than i can swat them. like spider-man. crickets are spider-men without the hot tights.
“I know of only one bird – the parrot – that talks; and it can’t fly very high.”
—Wilbur Wright (1867 – 1912), declining to make a speech in 1908