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Stuttering on silence

Salty water 2 step

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Hi. From an idiots guide to being myself, (work in progress.)
Idiot is an old word meaning private, personal, although thats been kept secret from the insistence of Greco/French ownership of said words. On occasion my mind blurts numbers and i know to count the odometer and reduce the number to a single digit and get such blurted matches i now see why the old Eastern man wrote the thirteenth chapter torch bearers, after we met. When looking at photos my mind will count the moai while im looking at the faces and the clothing of the archeologists. When nine comes up loud and clear, i look for how many people or whatevers the photo has. Guess what? I learned why sunsets are beautiful and that beauty has wings. I learned to know i know nothing, and the word star meant daughter, long ago in a far away place. I learned i have special interests and funny ways about them, and a sense of humor like a pirates plank. Im stubborn, command the wind, and enjoy the alpha suboccipital sound of earths frequency. Im pretty sure ethnomusicology is the word between the letters, and well, enough about me. Most of all today, im grateful you have spoken up for autism.
 
Hi Salty water 2 step

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Hi. From an idiots guide to being myself, (work in progress.)
Idiot is an old word meaning private, personal, although thats been kept secret from the insistence of Greco/French ownership of said words. On occasion my mind blurts numbers and i know to count the odometer and reduce the number to a single digit and get such blurted matches i now see why the old Eastern man wrote the thirteenth chapter torch bearers, after we met. When looking at photos my mind will count the moai while im looking at the faces and the clothing of the archeologists. When nine comes up loud and clear, i look for how many people or whatevers the photo has. Guess what? I learned why sunsets are beautiful and that beauty has wings. I learned to know i know nothing, and the word star meant daughter, long ago in a far away place. I learned i have special interests and funny ways about them, and a sense of humor like a pirates plank. Im stubborn, command the wind, and enjoy the alpha suboccipital sound of earths frequency. Im pretty sure ethnomusicology is the word between the letters, and well, enough about me. Most of all today, im grateful you have spoken up for autism.
Last time I counted It lasted an hour... I'm proud of you, you do you.
 
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I'd have to say my attention could be on the Moai or the archeologist. It depends on which archeologist or which Moai for that matter. If it were a famous Spanish Egyptologist for instance, Bert would have to wait.

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