Language Studies

Come back, campers. I know that it is hard to stay on the page today because of all the Wiccan stalking. I am quietly writing in Starbucks right now. I feel miserable and disconnected, but at least, at this point, I can name my feelings. WORDS!!! I am working on clarity to find another place to be. I see a tortoise in my mind in this moment. He is cranky and is trying to cross the street. He is saying, "How come no one listens to me?" My pandora.com radio just skipped to "Heaven." It is a new version of the Bryan Adams song. Maybe it is time to learn to read. It is an English comedy for those who are connected to the stage. My reading has always been hampered by tunnel through. It can happen to all of you. All telepathy is English, thus we will get along and stay separate at the same time. My comprehension is great, but I am a little slow. I DID read, "Dr. Zhivago" my Freshman year of high school and did a chapter by chapter book report for Mr. Casey's English class. Hello Jorge and Colleed. BOTH are learning English around me. It is time for BOTH of you to proceed. We will stop the FBI tunnel thru on both of you since birth that has made the learning of English impossible through your memory. I can empathize. I am word by word in French, but I love to speak it. I studied with the best, Madame Solo Taylor, for three years in high school. The tower of babel will never happen for you. Maybe it goes on to HEAVEN every day.