Mine say, “Put magnets on your car.”
Mine say “Not long now…” ![]()
Just make sure you attach the correct pole face down on the vehicle, otherwise there is no fuel savings. Remember you are trying to repel gravity and align your chakras. And my inner voice says it’s too smokey outside to work, cough, cough, so I am suppose to do nothing.
Mine say to stay at home and keep polishing my guns. Don’t go into work … at least, not today …
djm
Hey that’s a good idea, I could work on that new silencer for my Barrett 82A.
Mine keep saying “You need another whistle.”
Mine, most unfortunately, tell me it’s time for a little something. ![]()
They say to be nicer.
that you keep in the wine cellar? ![]()
We haven’t one of these here for a long time.
My little voice says, “Let’s have a drink”,
But leave your guns at home.
emm, that’s your conscience, that’s not a Voice.
Ironically, those who have a conscience are not generally the ones who really need to be nicer; you seem reasonably nice to me. ![]()
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My Voices tell me that, late at night, when we’re asleep, our ferrets call the mothership, and report on how their humans did in their latest series of intelligence tests.
–James
My voices tell me to play my new Noy flute more. But my conscience resists.
Mine brings me songs from the ether.
It is that time of year again, for the Internet summer songwriting group. This year it is bigger and better than ever.
Mine say it’s time to check out the C&F pub. ![]()
Sail away in the night and never return.
Play music on something…
Play NOW!
My inner voices have told me to re-read the Aubrey-Maturin series (Patrick O’Brien) for a third time… all 21 novels.
Mine finally told me to go see the American British photographer Peter Henry Emerson’s photo work of the people and landscape of the Norfolk Broads, in East Anglia, on England’s eastern shore, and great birding spot and nice sardines at… Smoke was so thick we couldn’t see the Bay.
Although the voices in my head aren’t real, they have some pretty good ideas.
Regards.
Steve Mack
“Delete. Quash. Loom ominously.”