i've written so little
with what
i've seen...
            faun's
              federkleid...
it's a torture
to have one's eyes
open....
          one does
the point of sight
being           a justice...
brimming with
          winking...
the casual
  conceptualisation
of grammar via
the exercise in narration;
or as i like to think
of it:
             a compensation...
"there", the apparent
   resurgence of "a" people...
it's hardly a matter
in copernican "terms"
regarding a: discretion
concise with "a" direction...
i still find german,
   as a language:
plagued with too many
    articulations of "directness"...
       might as well be
cross-eyed reading
this anti-anglo-saxon
                    crap...
        call for anglo-swabians?
   deaf ears...
            i love how
dasein translates phonetically
as: de-sign;
            or an approximate.
      i'm starting to think
the germans as being
agoraphobic...
        why?!
  they kept defining pointing
at something, existent
or non-existent,
        to remain: "in situ"...
  the the the: f f f,
  θ φ φ θ φ φ?!
       V point?
              veer?
           V point?
         how many *******
fingers do i need to point
at something?!
        index or: five?! D... ah...
   short-script of what would
otherwise become d(ee):
       d'eh point...
     makes sense to cite
          medieval english:
   fair 'ye well:
                  or is that, may you?
  schtern contra schtyrn...
         alias: sharp...
               ich said as isch...
    isch vill... villa: village...
       ******* ******;
you bring your toys,
i'll bring mine:
    knives, scissors, guillotines.
- a nation of thinkers...
more like a nation of:
                 ******* bashing.