against Wittgeinstein: better than writing
a book of philosophy acquiring a focus
on a joke - write one that is a "symptom"-free
of possessing too many nouns...
for what is best ascribed of a fluidity
of conversation if not having to:
look for a word?
                               i'd like to escort myself
through what's otherwise a clutter -
to have so many nouns and to utilise
so few... to allow a "caustrophobia" to creep
in and only allow myself with a: "confrontation"
of "my" inability to secure myself
a focus on competent mushroom-picking:
to differentiate between
              the poisonous,
the hallucinogenic, the edible...
    is there a theory of everything?
unless there's a universal man...
and there is no universal man construct...
      would i like to live with the obligation
of a slaughterhouse "exam"?
          i suppose the vogue of vegeterianism
would ease the "obligation"...
see, there's this nuance of expression,
the antithesis of playing Sherlock with nouns...
what's the word? ah: nuance -
whatever word comes to acquisition -
   aired: or the duplicate of ditto in linear
rather than a vertical fathomable-
     (the hyphen indicates
an open question, or probe of the conclusive
word) - what? crest?!
   that's a retortion-question -
  it's not a question per se equivalent to a mere ?
because why would you need to
exclaim a point?
           language, i find, can be as simple
as it's necessarily used:
    and it can be used as there is a necessity
for it being used, which there is...
but there's also a form of language
that can't be used, with or without
a necessity of use...
            you can strip a man from
a realism of nationhood,
    but stripping him of grammatical
constructs: is more painful than
stripping him of a "nationhood":
in that the reply is: fight apathy with apathy...
i absolve myself from the ridicule
you placed in using your tongue:
let me tell you a line one above this:
i, don't, necessitate: to care...
      but you cannot bleach more than
the already enforced pronoun bleaching
your people fused...
   pro... noun... let me give you an example
of what happens when you're
"pro" nouns... if i took you into a forest
and asked you to name me the edible
mushrooms... would "you" be able to tell
me which ones i should pick?
you obviously haven't seen
the freedom of the exploring
   parasite known as mistelzweig on trees
in your native land? i have...
   then again: the Poles have a knack of
making "foreign" words incorporate -
the so-called lend words are actually
absorbed as: we said them first...
      i can't recite the examples...
   but i can say: schab is also
              schnycel -
            it's only tribalism if you don't
have a skin to embody...
        i can speak this tongue -
but i can also return to not speaking it
and being an avid radio listener...
               this, after all, being
a post-germanic entity...
       i can point out an afro-saxon and
an anglo-slav...
                   but then i'll always know
a Pict...
               what is apparent is that i was
not supposed to escape the
migrating economic gulag of workers...
        i was not supposed to express
such: "fancies"...
         or i was... but such was the astounded:
reception!
            so what was the "word" i was
looking for? ah... i forgot:
since i've named all things unimagined
and forgot to keep the ones i needed
having to regress into an authenticity
of household / vocab chores of a tidy
head...
                  trans-temporal fame seems to
arise from: not being read - or, being read:
being misunderstood...
       i am simply abhoring the
"punctuation marks" of a "lost"
                                       word equivalence...
even if political discourse abhors
centrism - a "central" government -
our politics certainly does...
     in everyday talk...
                 because why would you
cite an obscure source?
              why would you cite an
obscurity to fathom the collectivism of
the human race?
                     i.e. a collectivism of
what man could ever be: staged?
            who can obliterate himself to
cite Kant's reading list as read before
actually having read some of the author's
output?
      seems easier to climb a mountain -
and then again:
    the mountain seems like a grain of sand
compared with representation
of the human mind:              ? -
as the body is all:          !                  
                                    for what more?
yet whatever "reality" is implied by / with -
is that i lack a vocation of
an all-encompassing compass of
  coordinating ordinance -
   and that really is a focus of individualism:
with unanimous counter-arguments:
yes, inter-and-intra-speciem:
           there be a language -
and a language beyond any prayer -
to be agreeable to god...
         as written:
   without a care to usher in prayer -
but i, as an unfathomable force -
      breathing against an unmoveable object -
or rather: the most malleable subject -
a bowing shadow beneath a mountain
akin to the mountain casting shadow
   while bowing before the end of day...
   us akin: making wisdom not
the frivolity of poetry: or rather -
not allowing wisdom to become
  the frivolity of poetry...
              i will only allow the non-existence of
the most simplest artefact with
holding an emerald the size of my right
eye, if i meet a hafiz of all tongues -
       until that day: the concept of justice
of man is at once a cross:
            and a crooked shadow behind it.

p.s. better to write a philosophy book
making jokes is to allow oneself to...
               just bouncing off grammatical words
categorising differences is enough...
    i never learned the concept of a noun
without prior learning the fact that:
i could not encompass the category -
hence my "sudden" search for:
              a noun-neuter. i.e.:
                  thing, nothing -
oh, right: gender-neutrality is a current
"thing", isn't it?
   **** me! h'america in a tin of sardines!
eurecka! i've found it!
   wait wait... why is nothing a pronoun
and not a noun-neuter?
      i could topple the skyscrapper without
laying a single brick to see it
elevated, but still have the audacity to
say thing when "describing":"      
      mushroom, giraffe, aeroplane, mountain,
sputnik...
     noun-neutrality...
       i have yet to allow myself
learning the rigidity of a language supervised
by grammar...
     as far as i can follow a sequence
    of "events" that spell out:
    last saturday was hardly a memorable day
worth having a narrative extract for.
- and yes, a Scot taught me how to
avoid grammar - while at the same time
attacking it.