telling a joke with two twenty pence and two five pence coins, while producing a debit card, pretending to explain: spare change, obviously the rest is debit! who the **** gets a giggle from a supermarket cashier? me.

coming from an inheritance of speaking
a language that "ask" an orthographic
"question", it is horrid to see a language
asking the question: what is reality?
      there is none, in that there is,
in the english cliche question:
            how do you pronounce that?
like the reality question:
       however you, unless you do
in a way that i ridicule you.
                    there's only one pass
at "criticising" the trans-movement,
a study in orthography...
    but applying orthography is going to be
hard in "revising" english out of
the stone age of thou and you...
                it's really hard to speak the common
tongue of a butcher who's language is
a streaker when compared to someone
who's clothed with the wrath of god
from either above, or below...
the most obvious example being in
the French sigma: garçon via the ς...
           i've come over here fully dressed
in orthography, and i'm being "asked"
the dumbest question of, what is:
  reality? revise -
              the dumbest question of,
what is, reality?*
                                      it's a curse,
why? because the only conversations
i enjoy are with construction workers!
i once walked home with a scaffolder and
his girlfriend, and we discussed his
girlfriends height as comparable
to a smurf and Gargamel (obviously
she was furious about being itching height
while being quiet small)...
     i abhor frivolous eloquence and
some other tongue waggling to excuse
myself from the mundane army of workers...
there's a higher worth for the freedom
of work than the freedom to speak...
hands are above the tongue...
           but thank goodness since
this transgender movement became invested
in, i could counter it with:
aha! you're orthographically barren!
the english use, not a single, artefact,
of proving the existence of orthography!
none, nothing, zilch...
        which is why i'm hurriedly
attempting to introduce orthography into
the english language with a plethora
of latin mongrels...
         maybe the english have become
too proud in being conquered
by the romans...
          well, if that's the case...
the english learned to pride themselves
in being conquered,
the french merely imploded
with their promiscuity in
a Bacchus-style **** of:
no frenchman ever considered the
upper-lip to be endowed with a stiffness...
   i come from outside the narrative,
my people never were conquered
by the romans...
                 i admit some were conquered
by greek thinking,
hence the Cyrillic script...
    but i'm still fascinated by
the ****-naked "anti"-orthographic
script of the english...
the questions are here, now,
attached to language...
           hence the mundaneness
of that horrid question: what is reality?
is that really a question?
   if it is,
                a punch on the jaw
ought to be deemed as a short-cut
worth of answer.