Nov 2017
herr... wachsen einige hoden, bitte!
danke!
what's the point of integrating into english
society, when, once you have:
you get the cold shoulder?
is it really the immigrants that are the problem?
oh, right, the english always know
how to categorise migration -
economic, refugee, migrant, immigrant,
emigrant -
but they're always the:
expatriates -
how nice... how nice indeed...
i wonder what the australians actually
think of the english, or the h'americans...
the english have this delusion of always being
welcomed with: open arms!
two-faced delusional *****.
to have learned a language beyond the capacity
of some natives, and still be treated
on the basis of: distinguishable white over white,
in white...
mr., grow some *****, please!
but it doesn't matter in england:
the first rule of integrating into english
society is that you forget your native tongue,
that you become idiotic monolingual,
the second rule of integrating into english
society is that you bleach,
the third rule of integrating into english
society is that only curry is a welcome addition
to "expand" on english society,
the fourth rule of integrating into english
society is that you: demean yourself -
you are to speak the crass of what is already
cockney and never make it to kensignton palace
high brow...
other laws included -
hell, do i feel inadequate?
i feel unrequited -
the english two-faced ****-show of a cold
shoulder... hell... if i sported a turban i'd
be walking like a swan on champagne flutes
because the "racist" neurosis of the english
being knackered by being called "racist" doesn't
exactly spell out w.h.i.t.e. -
they're closer to the ******* continent
and yet the icelandic people are warmer
and more connected to the continent,
even though they're further away.
- and have you noticed how the english
never considering themselves immigrants?
they have that poncy name for themselves
moving elsewhere...
they're not migrants, immigrants, emigrants,
they are: expatriates...
afternoon tea sort of ******* with Mussolini...
me? i repatriated...
well, considering the fact
i came upon these *shores as a child of 8...
but do these english slouching sloths think
i will treat every citizen they "provide"
as royalty?!
who are these people?!
i'm not about to treat some peasant
like a ******* prince!
do these people even remember
where their place is?
i've spent 3 years among the picts
to know where the gob and the heart are...
and where the feet remain:
on the plateau of the earth!
tilled, cemented over, unearthed, trodden!
yes, this is what vitriol looks like -
it's not exactly a tirade -
i like to think of it as:
a delayed practice of politeness -
at least the canvas is pleasant enough
to start a fire, of caustic wording...
sure, i don't own the land,
but neither do the people in my vicinity of
interaction, so why should i somehow, debase myself,
i speak better english than authentic english,
with some exceptions of course,
but i will not settle for some
excuse with regards to not sounding native...
when the supposed "native" is donning
a ******* turnip of a turban -
and yes, i appreciate the fact that this might
be deemed "racist": at least i'm not neurotic
about it...
and what will be realised after a certain
amount of time:
when a person is tickled with the term
long enough: he will embody it,
but then express it with the airs
of pomp & circumstance...
he will gain arrogance from it,
and an air of authentic superiority...
he will start strutting in his
well polished black leather boots like
a spanish fascist...
only because we lived
in a zeitgeist von die fehlbezeichnung:
a zeitgeist of the misnomer...
just plain sight neurotic behaviour,
the traditional walking on eggshells,
just prior to: walking on skulls.
the times just before boxing gloves are donned
and the straitjackets taken off.
danke!
what's the point of integrating into english
society, when, once you have:
you get the cold shoulder?
is it really the immigrants that are the problem?
oh, right, the english always know
how to categorise migration -
economic, refugee, migrant, immigrant,
emigrant -
but they're always the:
expatriates -
how nice... how nice indeed...
i wonder what the australians actually
think of the english, or the h'americans...
the english have this delusion of always being
welcomed with: open arms!
two-faced delusional *****.
to have learned a language beyond the capacity
of some natives, and still be treated
on the basis of: distinguishable white over white,
in white...
mr., grow some *****, please!
but it doesn't matter in england:
the first rule of integrating into english
society is that you forget your native tongue,
that you become idiotic monolingual,
the second rule of integrating into english
society is that you bleach,
the third rule of integrating into english
society is that only curry is a welcome addition
to "expand" on english society,
the fourth rule of integrating into english
society is that you: demean yourself -
you are to speak the crass of what is already
cockney and never make it to kensignton palace
high brow...
other laws included -
hell, do i feel inadequate?
i feel unrequited -
the english two-faced ****-show of a cold
shoulder... hell... if i sported a turban i'd
be walking like a swan on champagne flutes
because the "racist" neurosis of the english
being knackered by being called "racist" doesn't
exactly spell out w.h.i.t.e. -
they're closer to the ******* continent
and yet the icelandic people are warmer
and more connected to the continent,
even though they're further away.
- and have you noticed how the english
never considering themselves immigrants?
they have that poncy name for themselves
moving elsewhere...
they're not migrants, immigrants, emigrants,
they are: expatriates...
afternoon tea sort of ******* with Mussolini...
me? i repatriated...
well, considering the fact
i came upon these *shores as a child of 8...
but do these english slouching sloths think
i will treat every citizen they "provide"
as royalty?!
who are these people?!
i'm not about to treat some peasant
like a ******* prince!
do these people even remember
where their place is?
i've spent 3 years among the picts
to know where the gob and the heart are...
and where the feet remain:
on the plateau of the earth!
tilled, cemented over, unearthed, trodden!
yes, this is what vitriol looks like -
it's not exactly a tirade -
i like to think of it as:
a delayed practice of politeness -
at least the canvas is pleasant enough
to start a fire, of caustic wording...
sure, i don't own the land,
but neither do the people in my vicinity of
interaction, so why should i somehow, debase myself,
i speak better english than authentic english,
with some exceptions of course,
but i will not settle for some
excuse with regards to not sounding native...
when the supposed "native" is donning
a ******* turnip of a turban -
and yes, i appreciate the fact that this might
be deemed "racist": at least i'm not neurotic
about it...
and what will be realised after a certain
amount of time:
when a person is tickled with the term
long enough: he will embody it,
but then express it with the airs
of pomp & circumstance...
he will gain arrogance from it,
and an air of authentic superiority...
he will start strutting in his
well polished black leather boots like
a spanish fascist...
only because we lived
in a zeitgeist von die fehlbezeichnung:
a zeitgeist of the misnomer...
just plain sight neurotic behaviour,
the traditional walking on eggshells,
just prior to: walking on skulls.
the times just before boxing gloves are donned
and the straitjackets taken off.
