sometimes i try listening but every sound feels strange and vague and uncomfortable against my ears. it's not what's being said--oh no, the words themselves are not to blame. the words are innocent. it's the speaker who's guilty.
(and although it may not be the particular syllables that so offend me, i do prefer to hear words indirectly, as though listening underwater, every sound filtered through a bathtub's volume of rippling hydrogen and oxygen. i envision the characters themselves, the sturdy, parallel H, the subscripted 2, and the perfect O forming together microscopically, weaving together to make the physical liquid, every clear drop simply a well knit pattern of letters and numbers.)
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