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RGB - Kyary Pamyu Pamyu (Capsule Cover) from Dokidoki Wakuwaku Pamyu Pamyu Revolution Land 2012 in Kirakira Budokan

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I want  to ride my bicycle….but I don’t have a bike…

“I realized that you had no power over me, that it was not you alone who were my lover but the entire earth. It was as if my soul had extended countless sensitive feelers, and I lived within everything, perceiving simultaneously Niagara Falls thundering far beyond the ocean and the long golden drops rustling and pattering in the lane.”

Vladimir Nabokov, Sounds, from The Stories of Vladimir Nabokov

8 Bizarre Sounds You've Probably Made Without Knowing It

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1. Bilabial trill
What? When you roll an r, that’s a trill. What’s a bilabial trill? When you “roll” a b or a p
Who does that? Speakers of a few languages in Africa (Kom, Ngwe), Indonesia and New Guinea (Kele, Nias, Titan), the Pacific Islands (Unua), and South America (Pirahã, Wari’). 
When did I do that? Last time you blew a raspberry.

2. Pharyngeal fricative
What? Fricatives are sounds that buzz or hiss, like “s,” “z,” “f,” and “v.” Pharyngeal means you make the sound in your pharynx, which is deep in your throat.
Who does that? Lots of people. Speakers of Arabic, Hebrew, and Somali, but also speakers of some European languages (Galician, Maltese) and various North American indigenous languages. 
When did I do that? More than likely sometime when you were trying to clear your throat or cough up a popcorn hull.

When I was studying Arabic, I was taught to make a pharyngeal fricative (the voiceless one) by making the sound you make to clean your glasses by breathing on them. It worked pretty well. 

“Your love was a bit muted, as your voice.  One might say you loved askance, and never spoke about love.”

—Vladimir Nabokov, from “Sounds” in The Stories of Vladimir Nabokov (Vintage International, 1997)

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