My name is Gina Counds and I'm going to do readings for my book called My Rife. Ticking clock. Silence doesn't really exist in my world. Amone, a grown and ticking from a clock and face on that very notion. Hearing sounds coming from a second hand, big, round face clock that lose any premises relating to quietness. I've never appreciated the precise ticking like this before. Truly realizing the contraction will become extinct once we acknowledge each other the sounds from that second hand disappear and are defeated by proverbial babbling. Clock's hang on walls rhythms are one constant beat as I grow older. Listening to the ticking has a greater meaning. I myself have started to fade away. I've set to time which rebounds. That big, round face clock is becoming a relic. Just like me. Get off my back. Fell you is riding my back and wearing me down. No, not me. I was born to rise above the abomination led by the lurking fees of hell. Attempt to drip on me like water falling and hitting a rock causing total destruction. The almighty sword is sharpened to pierce the army of delusions. Get off my back. Success is right around the corner, majestically claiming powers of victory against those unforeseen misfortunes. Which holds us back. Kick thriving. Don't give up. Patient is baiting. Take the hook. Faith. Remember, it's all in a good book. This is my last reading from Series 1. It's meant to be a little comical and truth. This obedience literally program and doctorated, vaccinated brainwash and controlled injected by motherland. Take the task. Stand up, salute and adhere. Did you concur? I passed the allegiance. The fact is proven disobedience. My name is Gina Cowan's. You're hearing my actual voice and I hope you tune. Series 2. This is the end for now. Series 2. This is the end for now. Taking clock. Solace doesn't really exist in my world. I'll