what_is_your_voice Doar that my voice believes in the sanctity of each voice, believes that you have numbered your soul. You've counted eaqchtime you have been left in your own sorrow. I type, and I swing the hammer, but nothing seems to be a numbered pursuit. What can I say to you, the lost few that may read this, what causes my head to burn and the groaning foot steps that begin every thought. I see my passage, and communication, listen to what you, and I MEAN YOU, listen, just listen. Let you decide your past, present and future. A step outside. . ` 070130 ... Doar What_is_my_heart? 070130 ... Doar What begins? 070130 ... Doar And just what was I nattering on about with this? 070214 ... BnB yup... It's the same voice I had since as far back as I can remember. A constant internal monologue that keeps me company when no one is around. Although, that makes me wonder, what did it sound like before I knew words? 090309 ... unhinged my voice doesn't matter. people don't pay me to have a voice; they pay me to teach their brats that don't practice violin so that they can blame all their bad behavior on me when they get in trouble at school 090309 what's it to you? who go blather from