I’m sorry Alice

Maybe it is the recent experience of protesting against the pope that has me seeing paedophilia everywhere. Or, without knowing it,  i’ve become a Daily Mail reader. Which gives much the same effect from completely opposite causes. Anyhow, somehow my mind has been poisoned and I  see peedos everywhere. I was scanning through a corpus of child directed speech. A transcribed collection of conversations between adults and children. The sentences aren’t usually in any particular order but I read this extract as a somewhat sinister encounter

hello alice
hello
alice how are you
alice how are you
not gonna do it
what’s in there
what’s in there
what
look
what is it
can you get it
can you get him
can you get him
hello alice hello
can you get him
pull this up
i’m sorry i’m sorry baby
i’m sorry i didn’t think that would scare you
i didn’t think it would
hello
i’m sorry i scared you i’m really nice
you wanna touch me
touch me
i’m lonesome
okay
i’m sorry alice
i’m sorry
i’ll put it away
good bye
it’s away it’s away
what can you do with this
what’s this
block
block
it’s away
it’s away
look it’s over here
it’s over here
hello
it’s away
look

About caspar

Caspar is just one monkey among billions. Battering his keyboard without expectations even of peanuts, let alone of aping the Immortal Bard. By day he is an infantologist at Birkbeck Babylab, by night he runs BabyLaughter.net
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