Hochi hears despite the lack of ear
Nope, Hochi, it apparently doesn't matter to "them" if they can hear and as you, they obviously do.
Your writing style is like that of something that a deaf comedic Bogart could be in. I did not mean to obliterate your story. I was lulled into it. You are Hochi-the earless who hears the subtlness in smoke-filled rooms of life. Cool, man. And to all a Happy New Year.
And they feel vibrations beneath them. They're in San Jose, CA because they knew the way. "Hmmmm... is it an earthwake?" she hazily signs. "Huh? an earthquake, you mean?" he signs back longingly. They gaze deeply into their eyes as they suddenly feel a pounding vibration and look down and realize it is all and it is none. They're lying on a great grand piano and the pianist decked out to the nines in a white tuxedo playing away is "deaf" to the two bodies being rocked to the shore by his beautiful tickling ivory.The sooner i realized the less i gave a shit, in what mere words meant or how the hearing world saw or sees me, and started understanding the reason WHY I was reacting in certain situations the way I did, the more control i got over my life, the better my life became
Be in control of your life.
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meh
doesnt phase me these days
learn to laugh at yourself.
Try it
Its one of the best ways to handle the hearing world
Go with the flow, you know, when your havin a drink and you really want to chat with that sharp lady beside you....but you cant hear a thing right, of course you cant, your DEAF, why even bother? you cant hear a thing damn!! ,,,,,,,perfect, you decide to politely start a conversation. you know you cant hear a thing, she doesnt yet but she will soon, you know this. you know how most people including yourself will react. you know this better then anyone.
"What"
leaning a little closer with style of course
(sharp dressin girls lips move)
"WHAT?"
" NO i'm not dead i'm DEAF "
(look around, look back at her a bit panicked, checking for a pulse)
"you mean im Dead?"
(quickly sip drink)
"im deaf too though", (wink)
'oh i'm sorr...."
"don't be sorry cuttie, ( raises hand for another round for both)
moves closer
sips drink, lights smoke, exhales, (pauses),,,,,,sips drink leans closer)
"say"
(circles index finger slowly around tip of glass, slowly, surely, slowly round and around, she notices. Her eyes gaze, your eyes meet them, breath.......... out............ slowly)
the drinks arrive. you and her are still communicating/ saying nothing/ eye gaze still touching............\ suddenly the ability to hear now doesn't matter does it?
cough
the world is what you make it. words, signs whatever
Hoichi-the earless
Nope, Hochi, it apparently doesn't matter to "them" if they can hear and as you, they obviously do.
Your writing style is like that of something that a deaf comedic Bogart could be in. I did not mean to obliterate your story. I was lulled into it. You are Hochi-the earless who hears the subtlness in smoke-filled rooms of life. Cool, man. And to all a Happy New Year.