Oct 2017
i never understood why some people are so adamant at telling others how to govern, most notably the anglophone world, as if rotherham didn't happen... tyranny this, tyranny that, it's always the opinion of safeguarding foreign investment; people never complain the illegal toys from china, because all inanimate things are always and always will be legal, but people are most of the time: deemed illegal... yes, i'm part of the integration process that failed at its most spectacular: i speak better native spreschen than the native populace, poking fun at dyslexics all the time, watch me having 'un in 'yde park: and let me tell you, if you want to read a proper book, stand over a homeless man with a sign, read it, then look at the homeless man, there's your proust in comic form.
what did costello call the italian grease-*****?
dikes, or was it guineas?
i can't remember, i do remember that
trigger called rodney *dave all the time
in only fools & horses -
funny that, you ever watched the box-set?
no, canned, laughter.
a bit like the office -
i find canned laughter intimidating,
it's like getting punched in the face,
completely disorientating -
i never seem to know when to laugh,
since i'm fed fake rolexes down hackney market...
if it's funny, i'll tell you,
but most comedy these days is
for an audience of turkeys, force-feeding them
gags that aren't really there...
with the amount of canned laughter
going around i'm starting to feel paranoid,
i swear i'm the only person sitting
in a room watching a "comedy" -
but in the background there's that annoying
cloud of laughter,
i'm starting to wonder: what's more fake,
the gags, or the canned audience?
too bad for coulrophobia -
my first impression of the clown,
or should i say, clowns, was in a circus when
the circus still had animal performers,
and lemonade in plastic bags...
and me and my grandfather, leaving me
in the audience **** scared of the grandiose
persona of the crowd amused,
while he went off for a glug of ***** on the shy,
there was me, his umbrella,
and about 10+ clowns crammed into
a fíat 126p kneading in & out of the car...
yes, that dot can change:
raining from above:
i did mention that hindi dress
with indicators as not sari but as sārí?
never mind.
oh right, what was i going to say?
i'm just bored of the "n- word" controversy...
i'm going to have to start amusing myself...
i'm going to start calling "them"... ha ha...
nigels;
guess the trilling and the double
GG breastplate was too much for some
people learning to, spell...
i like that... spot me a nigel next time
and let's keep it piquant in terms
of pickles of the tongue;
ah, almost forgot...
met an atheist once, who just loved christmas
carols...
well, no, i never met him, just heard of him,
a real poppy (pop star - of the movement)...
tell you what... if you said:
oh, i really like that da pacem domine,
or that salve regina chant of the templars,
i'd be like: cool cool...
me too...
kinda competes with the islamic
adhan; christmas carols? not so much.
and do we need to state afrikaan
with those two there? yes, we know:
it's prolonged, so wouldn't it look more eloquent
in the form of: afrikān? these signs are there,
so why not use them?
these signs are like the overt-layer
of what's already the hidden layer of vowels
in hebrew...
the story already begins, with the conundrum
of having names for letters (rather than
syllable constructs) -
and in hebrew that means,
oh ****... right... a gay beginning...
the two adams...
א (alef) & ע (ayin) - who predate
cain & abel...
and this always bothered me,
two letters which are seemingly vowels, but aren't,
who's mother was kametz -
perhaps they are the branching
off into the construct of LΓH,
that breaking apart of the tetragrammaton?
well, given the prefix rule in the construct
of names for letters (which the latins
barely scratch, because it's a singing language
primarily, hence the ability to convene
upon encapsulating music in scores) -
what do you get, with the prefix rule
when you construct a word,
being given: alpha lambda phi alpha beta eta tau?
i.e. what word do you get, when you rid
the following combination of name-to-a-letter
affix?
what did costello call the italian grease-*****?
dikes, or was it guineas?
i can't remember, i do remember that
trigger called rodney *dave all the time
in only fools & horses -
funny that, you ever watched the box-set?
no, canned, laughter.
a bit like the office -
i find canned laughter intimidating,
it's like getting punched in the face,
completely disorientating -
i never seem to know when to laugh,
since i'm fed fake rolexes down hackney market...
if it's funny, i'll tell you,
but most comedy these days is
for an audience of turkeys, force-feeding them
gags that aren't really there...
with the amount of canned laughter
going around i'm starting to feel paranoid,
i swear i'm the only person sitting
in a room watching a "comedy" -
but in the background there's that annoying
cloud of laughter,
i'm starting to wonder: what's more fake,
the gags, or the canned audience?
too bad for coulrophobia -
my first impression of the clown,
or should i say, clowns, was in a circus when
the circus still had animal performers,
and lemonade in plastic bags...
and me and my grandfather, leaving me
in the audience **** scared of the grandiose
persona of the crowd amused,
while he went off for a glug of ***** on the shy,
there was me, his umbrella,
and about 10+ clowns crammed into
a fíat 126p kneading in & out of the car...
yes, that dot can change:
raining from above:
i did mention that hindi dress
with indicators as not sari but as sārí?
never mind.
oh right, what was i going to say?
i'm just bored of the "n- word" controversy...
i'm going to have to start amusing myself...
i'm going to start calling "them"... ha ha...
nigels;
guess the trilling and the double
GG breastplate was too much for some
people learning to, spell...
i like that... spot me a nigel next time
and let's keep it piquant in terms
of pickles of the tongue;
ah, almost forgot...
met an atheist once, who just loved christmas
carols...
well, no, i never met him, just heard of him,
a real poppy (pop star - of the movement)...
tell you what... if you said:
oh, i really like that da pacem domine,
or that salve regina chant of the templars,
i'd be like: cool cool...
me too...
kinda competes with the islamic
adhan; christmas carols? not so much.
and do we need to state afrikaan
with those two there? yes, we know:
it's prolonged, so wouldn't it look more eloquent
in the form of: afrikān? these signs are there,
so why not use them?
these signs are like the overt-layer
of what's already the hidden layer of vowels
in hebrew...
the story already begins, with the conundrum
of having names for letters (rather than
syllable constructs) -
and in hebrew that means,
oh ****... right... a gay beginning...
the two adams...
א (alef) & ע (ayin) - who predate
cain & abel...
and this always bothered me,
two letters which are seemingly vowels, but aren't,
who's mother was kametz -
perhaps they are the branching
off into the construct of LΓH,
that breaking apart of the tetragrammaton?
well, given the prefix rule in the construct
of names for letters (which the latins
barely scratch, because it's a singing language
primarily, hence the ability to convene
upon encapsulating music in scores) -
what do you get, with the prefix rule
when you construct a word,
being given: alpha lambda phi alpha beta eta tau?
i.e. what word do you get, when you rid
the following combination of name-to-a-letter
affix?
