diacritical indications are as unorthodox as punctuation marks, even though both can be rigorously checked by standards of orthodoxy, in a tribunal of "proper" usage... yet i will use them, as i use my punctuation marks, as a ronin... zite... gé-kre-ū-zite (arabic glutton "surd" g sandwiched to boot); i wish the hyphen compounding extract of the whole was missing... english, far from perfect, is oh so welcome to interpretation; ever the blank, never the bride, never the bride of punctuation from above, but always the punctuation from below, and ever the insult from the irishman: word-salad... word salad this & that... keeps writing a ******* novel for 3 years, can't give me a paragraph to read; who's sad salad noodles from here on in?! all i said is that english lacks punctuation within words, every language has punctuation between words, but all i said is that english lacks punctuation within words, clear syllable indications, and that's as much as: the right for an arabic conquest... next time i see you in warsaw, it will be in december, with a broken glass in your head.*

and let us just say, that the best of his
verse, was met with the least of all
possible critical acclaim...
man could have written a tolstoy novel,
or a shakespearean shake-up
of frothed over events...
   but he wrote the mediocre,
the sort of crap you might imagine as:
once upon a lark upon a tree,
then a lark in a birdcage...
      who's the grievous,
                           and who's the wound?
last, lost holden, but nonetheless
the most beheld,
   that eternal everlasting plasticity
of a worn smile...
           we all have the last requests,
but none summarize our lives,
with that is best the ultimate in
that the epitaph be a post mortem scriptum;
the dead write themselves into life,
for what a sadder death,
than a grave with merely a date of,
and a death of...
                well, not all of us
could usher in a choir of
canterbury choir boys,
castrato, ***-****** by the surgeons
of the crucifix media momentum of:
keeping up with the the bishopric of
canterbury - **** all ruby,
you, ******* *** squeezing quack?!
everyone pleads their innocence
before the antithesis of a crucifix,
i.e. the impaler...
   you really think the crucifix was
the ultimate "sacrifice"?
      now you're just ******* around my
respect of: not attempting to laugh...
how about the iron maiden,
or how about being impaled?
             take your "saviour" elsewhere -
i am as the japanese demanded of the portuguese...
take your "saviour" elsewhere,
hell knows more of the zenith of torture
than merely settle for a crucifixion...
   how about impaling the sacrifice?!
   what with the fight against
homosexuality, imagine impaling
a homosexual... via his ****...
on a sharpened stump of wood...
  being crucified seems like a pish-poor
genesis of a belief... there are so many more
wonderful tortures to succumb to...
               for one, being impaled via your
**** to distrust the modern homosexuals
as both ****** and nagging auntie...
         of a "harem" that's merely a monogamous
affair: of periodically charting
     expenditure...
aufspießen (impale): zu gegensatz (to compare)
    mit die gekreuzígt (with the crucified).