can you please tell, what is it, that you're talking about?! i know i can comprehend english, but the english i'm hearing is hardly classifiable as english per se, there's something in the language, some sort of additive, that i can't quiet comprehend.

i like this motto:
   speak the *truth to power!
     huh?! when did a shadow of a person
speak to power, let alone speak?
i simply can't see it beyond
the adequate framework of:
speak "truth" (i.e. comfort)
  to powerlessness -
         i too have my "idiot" category mind
you, they're not useful "idiots"
they're just gnats... ****** me off watching
these protests...
          keep your mouths shut,
and keep your head down:
look at the grace of the inverted ceiling,
you never know, you might end up
like me, finding a 20 quid banknote
in a puddle...
      speak truth to power?
w'ah? what will you get from that,
   why not speak comfort to the powerless?
men = ***** = will
   women = ovaries = stability, a home -
a catching glove -
you invert the women into will-enabled
men you can start freezing your ovaries...
there come boundaries, and there comes
caviar... you decide upon the boundary,
but as every drunk, i have an opinion,
never really holding one sober,
curse me,
    bless me,
            whatever, i have lizard skin when it
comes to approval or disapproval,
i can be your surrogate *****-father for a bit,
which is why i french kissed a bottle
of bell's whiskey saying: i missed you
brother...
          but something really
authentic did catch my interest,
why women are unhappy and žižek:
it's zee-zek - and you didn't exactly
eat an e, but malformed it...

(me, verbatim):

men have the cushion (metaphor),
i.e. outlet of being "interesting"
when they don't or "can't"
achieve happiness...

  women? i've never met an interesting
woman unless she was psychotic...
never mind...
   women are too reactionary to be
interesting...
women can only achieve the zenith
that's happiness...
   women can't be interesting:
they talk too much...
    the only type of woman that's
"interesting" is a happy woman...
   an unhappy woman is anything but...
unless she turn psychotic,
well? then you get the parade of clowns
and acrobats to dazzle you, and keep you
preoccupied with what men hate most:
drama.

          i don't mind drama of a father and son
looking for a lost tool-box with the father
having sentimental value attached to it,
having inherited it from his father,
but a transgender person (more likely "thing")
looking for this lost emblem after
the transition period, is hardly a shakespeare's
worth of writing a play...
    
women can't stomach misery while
morphing it into being curious -
    sexist? whatever, i don't mind if you actually
call me an SS-man,
no qualms: you have a cat i pet for a month
and then gouge its eyes out? the current ginger
i own i could do donation free, no problem...
annoying as **** -
he owes me, given that i once fed him
dead fish eyes, and he gulped them down
like harrod's oysters.

women are funny, i give them that,
but they can hardly turn into interesting creatures
when they are not cushioned by happiness...
unhappy girls are only interesting
when they turn psychotic...
   i guess it might be every girls' dream to
craft a psychotic sylvia plath narrative,
which has to include "daddy issues" -
         every girl must dream of that sort
of kafkaesque moment in composition...

given? a love unexplored, tactful in theory,
and never in the empirical muddle of mud
and mistakes,
     idealised in theory, perfect, undisturbed,

as will ******* yeats wrote

   turning and turning in the widening gyre
    the falcon cannot hear the falconer;
    things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
    mere anarchy is loosed upon the world

- as someone also wrote:

   - hell know's not of a woman's scorn* -

call it what you will in your head & rhyme -
but just wait for her to discover the real
world, and the casino of ***.

in summary?
i've never met interesting women,
   i've only met women... i could stand.