just a tiny, tiny word...
                                  myśl...
where you end up licking the L
                                         after the diacritical
          exfoliation on the S...
                             for one: it denotes an instance
of an activity, i.e. thinking,
directly translated into: thought.
aha!
                                but there's more, there's
the prompt dimension of the word...
   autharitarian by any guess...
   it morphs from thought
    into think, i.e. think!
                   think *******!
  talk of etymology and the haystack...
the needle?
**** the needle, burn the haystack,
we'll be looking for magic
         mushrooms in the amazon
                 rainforest tomorrow,
so why bother yourself, concerning
a ******* needle?
            those needles we're loooooo-
-king for aren't hollowed out...
   so there goes your idea of a perfect
nodding session high on afghan;
******* smurfs, the whole lot
                        of theml;
oi! gargamel! those blue fairies
are ove'   ear!
      give me a minute, i'm about
to squid out a proper ice-berg of a ****
squatting...
   uno momento! uno momento!
    por favore... uno momento!
  eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee... plop!
          ah, that's just asking for a "selfie",
as it might, in germany,
        with their funny tangens toilets...
but i really, really am a fan of this
little word, myśl...
    it's both a noun, i.e. thought,
     and at the same time a prompt,
   or: asking for a verb, or as someone might
put it, putting a toe into your nose
     and extracting a mummy...
            or shoving your index into your
ear, and then allowing your
   whole hand + elbow having out from your
mouth...
   funny dynamics that is...
        a great word though...
  myśl, as in thought...
  and myśl, as in:      think!            think!
   speaking this slavic language is almost like
always being reminded, that you're
in some sort of army, taking orders...
     can you imagine, so much being
extracted from, but a single word?
           islam loves these sort of games,
        that project etymology into the future...
headphones, oh **** me, they love
the idea of headphones...
               islam loves etymology...
            to "see" the future...
    headphones are their biggest indicators of
being right...
                 i'll concede...
   i could also have the lawrence romance
with arabia... but once the oil emerged?
                 *****-slip-lip-squatters of
natural resources...
                        seems these people don't know
how to breast-feed...
   they have no competence in clarifying:
we need restrictions...
                    we need diets...
            no... no... joe hijab did a mental
curve, turned his life into a diabetic, oh.
   surprised
           ahmed ali ibin bin-jaaba-boolí-boolí?
i ain't... i've drinking ***, and having
a crisis... ha ha...
                          yes... i morphed into í
when i didn't ask for bruce l(ee)...
    the devil is laughing in your face, and all
you can do, is cower, like a mutt spanked across
the snout, with its tail folded in between its hind
                        legs.
   run along you scrap of would-be-edibles,
   build 'em 'igher! build 'em 'igher!
     can you believe that it took humanity
to ***** the eiffel tower, to dwarf the giza pyramids?

                              wow!