once rastafarianism entered language ploys with wittgenstein's language games in mind it misplaced pronouns, existentialists just dittoed the signifying moral singular with the un-signifying immoral plural; like i was partly holocaust bound, ha ha (example); cherub and a scotch bonnet of my opinion tingling a contest of: chilli v. pepper v. horseradish. let's just say i'm a plasterer rather than i.q. me as a drinker. slaps in chequers on a bench to sober up momentarily.*
trust the saxon, trust the saxon to speak worse german than the bavarian, and entrust german to the turk above the saxon; trust the audacious saxon to leave the alphabet's diacritic out, to spell like a roman would, from the celtic netherlands of gloom in scotch egg on a couch, the potato of them all, trust them with audacity and vocabulary to conquer the world: relieving us norse with ****** never mind the geese of brazil; exact roman care for all dwindles and fibrous excesses, conquer the world what have you, at least you have black skin and opera sunsets while i have white skin and grey clots of 7pm in september, or as the censors announced: rather my vanity than the proof of god, rather me than you in the minotaur's prison of winding zigzag vocabulary; you're left politico correct i have three thousand longboats waiting, you're right i have the same number awaiting wind and sail. trust the saxons among bavarians to do the following: but you have the caribbean and that's worth more than kenya in a 100m sprint. you have the caribbean and i'm african, nuance the scandinavian proust waging war with a burnt toothpick not giving enough warmth. each me of the lost tribe walks asking: blondish in the sea i dare you to walk and reason the heraclitean suburbia of the river of emptied housed-in arsons worth a life. come alaskan winters come! trust the saxons to conquer the world without a holy implied for empires and lost tracts in order that the romans might utilise proper a and proper o while the saxons in **** with normans and celts said: we'll roman-speak about the amazon girlies while our girls party out a craft of whitened cotton for champagne ship-sailed virginity! trust the saxons to speak worse german thank turks in order to bind by migration an island as a ship, and sail away sail away wondering why the roots of other european nations used the goggles to speak as much microscope as microphone when accenting and, in so doing accepted dialectics rather than a pompous excess of fibrous ginger plastic known as dialects: in england dialectics is known as dialects - caged owls elsewhere didn't coo coo but mooed with gags in nostrils sneezing when snorkelling: we say error in sussex and say wok cumin seed sizzle in essex; close enough to be a cockney in hackney rhymes up a mango.