I
often feel other people's moods and emotions, but I'm blind to their
comfort levels or immediate desires. Meaning no offense to the
vision-impaired community. Image is a language that I speak. That's
all. A soup can is not just a soup can. This is not a pipe. Etc.
(Justin Etc.) Maybe I can say it in a different way. For you. In an
attempt. It's like Bootsy stretching out. Over Bernie Worrell's
rainbow ribbons of synth. They made a whole funky world. Let the
cat out the bag. Nope. Slipped into the visual again. Is this too
close? Should I stop now? From the microphone to the speaker. To you.
Yes. It's a loop. Is this too close? It is? Sorry. The fact that I
can't tell is off-putting, I know. A little creepy. Yeah, I can feel
you too. Now it's awkward. These are the kinds of things I should
probably keep to myself. Okay. That was rhetorical.
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