There were times when I had such noise, un/pleasant knoise in my ears that I would have wished my ear lopped off, as cropped off in Resevoir Dogs! I would gladly have been both eargiver and eartaker. Xecutioner. Dancer. Anything to stop the noise that had xtablished uncanny keeping in be tween my ears.
And yet, I would not NOT.
AND there were other times when I had had such knoise, sickening sweet noise, that I would have lopped my ear off myself and sent it to my ... a love/r rejected! ... would she whisper in my ear, sweet somethings, and make the sickening noise go away, or go another way!? would she? could she? click.click.click.click.click. in a loop! sttooopppppp.
| And yet, Mostly, it was the chirping. The chirping of the cicadas that I would wake to in the night ...h.earing. The mourning ...h.earring. click.click.click.click.click. in a loop! stttooopppppp. |
Now, I would yes YES.
| If I were a child, I would think an earwig, earwickeder, had crawled into my ear and was boring a hole into my brain. When would I go crazy!? click.click.click.click.click. in a loop! sttopppppp. |
| click.click.click.click.click. sttopppppp........................................ | |