She always sings the same song. She sings to repeat itself somewhat precisely than I repeat the sound that I taped with a tape recorder. I have a stable wavelength and the doubtful impression that it-like, a voice gets nevertheless, and seem to fly and the expression that the innocent girl soaked into like the unbecoming water solution which I am husky, and is slightly strongly-flavored.
"Is it it, the song which it always sings, what a music?" "
I do not seem to "listen to a fault, a story of a person and I am going to notice it unexpectedly and notice" it. "
That "means that it is always said". Though I do not have an idea at all for some reason. "
If "the person who should look looks, everybody thinks so". The thing which your hair style seems to be always irregularity key, and why does properly. You do consciousness, and it feels like paying attention to it towards oneself who watches a person rather than oneself who is seen in a person outskirts of the nervous system organ which always controls an expression, that, for example, the person that form of hair is not always confused like conscious person whom I am not concerned whether you do not lend it, and can always surround it with consciousness harshly that is you says to a mouth and eyes and a nose though there will not be it. It is a way of thinking of I individual to the last. If only it that is appearances look; of another person vs. oneself cannot be communicated. I do masturbation by the stimulation that oneself gives for oneself. Actually I think that it must be it that there is that kind of side to you though I may not finish saying so predicably. "
"You seems to be absentminded and takes the human being good". I admired a little. "
Certain, but she agreed with a while ago and continued words as breathing whether I did not hear my answer or whether I did giving no heed to.
It "is intellect with one's face I say and feel like saying than oneself thinks of you in it". It is not to watch it not what is indifference whether you watch a mirror too much. Surely surely I pull a beautiful line and think that a person of you is pictured without chance on paper if I let you draw one's portrait. But I can sleep and may not surely draw oneself not to be oneself. Certainly. "
In all which she talks about, it pierces my dry heart like a corn barnacle obstinately without a gap. It was already near to a blow rather than stimulation. Thus I was not able to bend eyes from an area of her eyelids without being caught in even any words to return next. Silence. However, as for her, this silence totally let there be it as a thing with a meaning like a rest in score; if could compare, smiled a little, and continued words again.
About "this song which ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... complies so" with? "
She shakes a throat again slowly.
Block up an exit of steam
I spread a carpet all over the world
I get fat and step over a graveyard of an aspect
An autobahn runs
Cubism of children
The times to reset confession
A legend named innocence
An adult recycles it
In an end of equality
If I bury a disk in a head
Me and you are trod
A record of wins and losses only for the third turns around
A high place be demanded
Bill comes from the sea
If I say that this is punishment
Whom should I demand a crime from?
"Perspective method." "
"How?" "
Without any connection, I felt this word that I issued in the moment when she changed it for a natural voice from a singing voice to me at all transparently. I have completely admired it. To her weight of the gravity that I am thick, and sweep over the space where she is with this me in a bunch of the hair which shined black to the body having a long up and down to a thin nape for the singing voice that got on wind now in a shaking throat! I had the feeling that a body was torn off to 2 by force. And the words that she issued. A far and near method.
"Perspective method." An only method to understand that you are you. "