if i consider myself anything, it is a considered stance of being an anti-linguist... given i inherited a language that applies diacritical markings, and i am using a language that simply "forgot" to apply the stressors... naturally i was prone in rejecting the linguistic "alphabet"... e.g. the alpha (α) /ˈælfə/ & the omega (ω) /ˈəʊmɪɡə/... so yeah, if i identify as anything, it's as an anti-linguist.

every time i solve a sudoku puzzle
i promise myself
it will be the last time i try to
conceptualiße it...
  i think i figured it out... finally!
it's based on a fraction...
    four ninths* (4/9) -
        i.e. 0.44444... (ad infinitum) -

but in terms of wording
the conceptualißation?
     the only concept that comes
close to sudoku, is ensō
   (en-soo, alt.
              omicron [ó] vs. ω [ō])
                  drawing a perfect circle
with but one stroke...
  súdoku borrows much from
ensō... much...
  you can't actually make
a mistake in solving a súdoku
puzzle...
           you require a sharp mind
akin to watching waterwalls,
                 cascading uninterrupted...
that's for disregarding diacritical marks
you bunch of ****-sodden *******!

why did i break up with my
fiance? many reasons...
   (a) i was given a silver spoon
to shove up my *** as a symbol
of a marriage-to-be made consumate...
never mind...
(b) she didn't appreciate the band
   placebo...
come on! the bonus c.d. on
           sleeping with ghosts?
   the covers?!
  (b1) placebo's cover of
                          boney m's daddy cool,
(b2)             "       the smiths
                               bigmouth strikes again...
(b3) placebo's pure morning
   (b4) placebo's special needs...
and she was the one who introduced me
to in extremo and
        Дельфин (dolphin) and that
cursed song Весна (spring / wiosna);

well, thank **** the reasons for a break-up
boil down to the utmost trivial...
           it makes for a great joke,
a source for uninhibited writing that
keeps perpetuating itself in cyclones of
randomißed memory...
    and every time i try to exhaust
   a different perspective of
   rodin's the kiss statue?
               i end up asking to be hanged upside
down, still sketching the **** thing...
i still find that engagement ring she
put on her finger,
                to be a binding contract
that transcend human laws and human whims...
very ******* islamic of me to state
such an abdication of any other will...
               for the past 10 years
i've been repenting the the six months
together... wishing that she entered
a room, that wasn't filled with soap-bubbles,
but filled, entirely, with balloons
on one of her birthdays...
                          but **** me...
   ever lived in central edinburgh?
  those flats have ceilings high as the sky...
   that sort of room would take a **** load of
balloons to fill it...
   ah well... at least i can sweetly reminisce...
  of what was, or what could have been...
       and thank **** it only happens
when i write something down
      and when i'm drinking...
                  **** going back to those days...
set me up with that ukranian *******
who said i was a good person...
        with that golden tooth...
                        and in the dim lighting...
i'm done giving any more of myself for
a gamble on the equivalent of
a mariana trench of intimacy till old
age and death consecrate the will presented
upon the altar of motrality,
  in that promise of the sacrament of
marriage before god...
          meaning? i get to keep my now apparent
                                        steinherz.