“Was that a red flag?” i asked.  You, me, and three’s company   “so where do we go from here?”  I was getting better at sounding my thoughts in my natural voice as opposed to the sound of my internal narrator—which I was certainly a function of, but which, at some point, was more like […]

     I did that, and I still gained a pound!  Oh well.  That’s my hat.  give it back to me.  I usually don’t wear hats unless I’m mowing the grass—guess I might if I lost all the hair on top of my head, but that hadn’t happened yet.      The voice sounded kind of like

     I went to an art show and ate all this food: I was coming down.  I had to try a little harder to get AOC’s voice right in my head when I was using my shield.  All too often, it sounded as if I was using my natural voice alone—which was my default mechanism—but

     This isn’t the right time.  That came in using the voice of my internal narrator, and it wasn’t mixed with AOC’s voice, so it wasn’t Alex that I was talking to.  I define just that internal narrator voice to be the voice of my future at some particular time—independent of my relationship with AOC

     Am I composed ?  That’s what I heard: so I said, “I don’t know, are You?”  It sounded like the voice I had assigned to Alex—part AOC’s voice and part the voice of my internal narrator.  But I didn’t want to talk to Alex at this moment because I was afraid we’d argue.  That’s

     The fuehrer was doing his thing: popping Pervitin like candy, and you had to wonder: how could the fuehrer, who was a health nut, not know that methamphetamines were bad for him?  He must not have wanted to know—or he did know and that was one of the reasons he was so angry.  (Because

     I didn’t know what to say at first when I was confronted by a thought—the conductor of a train, a young man, in Alaska, that told us about the history of the region over the microphone and then showed his face and posed the question:  “Does the voice match the face?”       So I

     it’s a painstaking process—turning dark to light, and basically saying, in short, that your going to control your breathing and pay attention to your body while you measure the seconds with your natural voice for consonants and AOC’s voice for vowels.  So we were going to accept them and also the other parts of

     i wasn’t feeling up to much of anything, and McCord wasn’t either.  So I asked myself what, after all, was getting me down?  Was it the futility of trying to speak telepathically with evil defined?  As for everybody else, I was getting the basic questions:  AOC was asking me what I wanted, and I

     Then I heard Hitler’s voice saying, “Nein, Nein, Nein!”  Well, I wasn’t in his body, at this point, so it wasn’t me saying that; I didn’t see how it could be Hitler, either, since you had to be good—and connected to good in the future (where only good survives), so it must have been