Alice and I were fudged fruiting inside Falstaffian freakish fleur–de–lys:
She inside a quack–aztec–tattooed tank,
Me inside a pendulous magenta harness with polydactyl–perverted plumes bespattered into it.  
In the ****** **** of that kaput flophouse
We creosoted our conks all the cockatrices of the gorge–de–pigeon,
Inside crotches, Jacuzzis and homocentric Action Men.  
Alice, with the pornographic bend sinisters in the teeth of her poltergeistish fajita crocodile,
Smacked of the plug–ugly poofter of a south–south–west by south sackful sandbank.  
I cemented the jaundiced dangler of an ostrich to my *****.  
With that and my uncut fiddlestick of knobs
I was the idiosyncratic and wholehogging sadomasochistic slapper!

We banged the bush streaming proboscis in tentacle
Through smorgasbords of hermaphrodites and high muck–a–mucks
While Ravi Shankar’s idioglossias and cockchafers juddered our titbits.  
Our Moonies were classically cracked flabelliform by the time we disinterred them.  
Alice managed to fornicate incognito white elephant on behalf of myself
And we were passionately on the back of the dingdong, naked as our Moonies.

We kept one’s pecker up wrapped up in the shadowgraph
Athwart ever-strangling girdles of formaldehyde, ozone, fomenter and widow’s weeds,
Athwart polytetrafluoroethylene–pricked precipices and then down to the butts
Where we both came to a sticky end on our jockstraps and leered at the ballet dancers
That we then penetrated rhythmically by elongating tumescent our gang banging tentacles.  
Through comfortable French knickers I burped, “Thank you for ****** me everywhere, Alice”.  
In the soporific honeypotspunk, aped on the ooze,
I could smell that her **** had made her ******* type soap flakes break the sound barrier,
Splashing out a ***** whale seed skirting her jowls.  
“You’re fragrant, flypaper”, she rapped.

The Government gabble that little green men who hammer out the sexagenarians weren’t on board.  
Inside spleen of the spliffs, inside spleen of my gangrenous Pollyanna, I will over one’s dead body evacuate.  
I will over one’s dead body evacuate.

mind you, ancient egypt has infiltrated modern languge with the digital age... whatever you want to call them, acronyms or emoticons or emoji... whatever... they're the same as ancient egyptian hieroglyphs to me... please tell me that :) isn't a modern hieroglyph; sometimes i'm really & desperately searching for a modern rosetta stone.

trying to introduce diacritical marks
to english is probably
as hard as trying to push a whale
through a man's ****...
   (camel & the needle counter)
   saying that,
              introducing the german
ß into english?
two words: systematisation vs.
         systemize            
                 so much shorter when
the grapheme (ß) is used
                           in either example...
trickier when you look
at the devolved trill of the R
in both hark (french)
   and anaesthetic numb (english),
sure, the former goes well
with the cigarettes,
   and the latter?
                        general apathy
of the british public...
   apathy, hidden emotion,
  acting, a numbing experience
      with regards to a hope for trust.
saying that, i have found not
diacritical application onto
the R... unlike the spanish N (tilde)...
i had to go to russia,
  and find something
             that might resemble
a diacritical mark, indicating
  a requirement of *trill...
     i came back, successfully...
  indicator of a trill in R?
       яobot.... яow...      
                    яed...
   the english are like the japanese,
although the japanese
    pronounce:
               R = L
while the english pronounce:
                                  R ≈ W...
       (e.g. row   and w'ohw)^
obviously the latter example
is more subtle than the former
example... as noted by
                    the conjunction sign,
why я to imply a trill?

                           |/ Я
                     O
            R
                                        rotation
   and then, invoking a mirror ( |/ ),
     for the chiral representation.

^ i'm not learning the silly linguistic
   alphabet... the americans already
   simplified it, by using "the left hand of god",
   (yes, hebrew is written from right
    to left, which makes it easier
    for someone who's left handed) -
    how? the H...
    look at these two linguistic notations
    hope, the english  /həʊp/  
   and the american           [hohp]...
   i'm not learning this silly notation system:
an area of study, conjured out
of thin-air,
                      or, given examples
such as                  ə                 ʊ
   in terms of copernicus?
                     would that be grammacentric?
     or              homocentric?
               comparatively?
  grammacentric = heliocentric
    (that life revolves around words) -
                      or?
   homocentric = geocentric
           (that words revolve around life)...
right about now, the two seem
  hardly distinguishable...
                        well... at least a galileo
wouldn't have to worry about
a vatican censorship...
               since in this dimension,
   the "vatican" is mob rule...
  or as i like to call it:
                   a crowd of klein führers.