when you reach a zenith of biligualism,
you also reach a zenith
of etymology, whereby you do not care
for a genesis...
why? e.g., common cattle
enter the slaugherhouse...
in more enforced tongue
of mother? pospolite bydło
    wchodzi w rzeźń:
a wychodzi?
             w papce smarzonego
"iglaka", zwanym: mielonym.
when bilingual,
you become immune to
etymology...
               a slaughterhouse?
rzeźia...
                   to be applied
to the forces of such a house?
automation - rzeźń,
how not to imagine
vegans puking for a mile's
worth of distance?
       the basics state:
you don't keep friends from
whom you can't learn a **** thing,
each to his company,
   and if unable to keep one's
own (company)
then feigned to fake friendship...
and then alluring
to keeping friends, but really
keeping one's own solitude
at bay...
   and if there are no monetary
exchanges...
   if i am a man, and you are a man,
what could ever be reasonable
to suggest that we enter
a prolonged friendship,
  should a disgrace be set upon
the name of allocated time?
what a waste...
      of man with so much
armour of diligence...
                      to find him conjuring up
a quasi-antidote of solipsism...
   to be friends and then
the lack of tenacity to befriend
if not encrusted in schooling...
what a sorry affair...
but such is the fate, and as thus fated,
we are obliged to speak
    of greater injustices against
our existence, beyond that of ascribed
mortality; for our mortality
is the greater justice served for
us to succumb to, than our
ontology will ever be able to provide,
for mortality is but a puddle,
compared to the ontological
depth of a sea that says:
more fathomable the after-life,
than the unfathomable life-at-present;
all but the care for that
escapism,
            why judge the suicide,
if one cannot judge theistic hopes
                 of a 2nd realm...
      as akin to original,
                        suicidal escapism?    
of stated: that blessed hope
for eternal sleep.