/prístīnè... oh but you can easily devolve the english tongue to pure phoneticism... the many simple instances of the english language being reduced to a bypass, of barbarian phoneticism, most easily stressed in: why.... y... because what's more to be added or substracted?! ah... but imagine elevating english to a pure application of diacritics? what then? well... given that the english language doesn't even appreciate the concept... of diacritic markings... to clarify syllables to say the least... english can easily disintegrate into pure phoneticism, and how ugly its primordial spelling becomes... but try elevating it to a diacritical barbarism... what then? well?! nothing! a "concern" for the minority, which can't exactly deconstruct a number worthy of an inquiring public... english is probably the only language that can disintegrate into phoneticism, or rather, Phoenician... because it allowed itself an ancient romanic inheritence... of an alphabet... which the acquiring barbarians modified, but which the english didn't... god... even the Greeks over-stated the point of diacritical marks, which the english under-ventured with! but hell... aren't we all happy to see a spot, of theatre?


the sort of comments you put against a blank
canvas...
         because... the person who might reply to it...
isn't verbo-fluid enough:

god... i'd love to tend to a garden, and remember as many botanical names as you already remember... sorry... prefixes? noun-prefixes? not being antagonistic, unless of course i can't come up with as many botanical names off the top of my head... no... lambs' ears... see... i'd love to name as many flowers as you can conjure up prefixes... to escape the monolith... like: daff-***... hycin-thought-***...
               i mean... richard ******* attenborough...
50cl of *****...
                        in poland schoolchildren
cried because stalin died...
                  a ******* georgian,
a subverter of russian...
      like ****** the austrian subverted germany...

   ooh... good... good that i was so bad at solving
crosswords...
                     let's find the flowers...

                        **** it...
                              this is ******* ****** by soviet
standards...
                        it's like shooting a
****** with a whale into space when
competing with metal, and Laika...
                   dunno...
                                          mime this ****?
pretend there's spacial status
for intellectual retardation when
authentic retardation exists
                 and appears all 'appy?

the **** do you even do?
            cut the tongues out?
              eat the gesticulating limbs?
i'd love to learn a botanical vocab
to counter this crap though...
   if only it allowed me to become
a better crossword solver... sure...
green light... go right ahead...
                see...
       i won't be able to solve crossword
puzzles with this sort of *******...
    you give me a Silicon Valley
nerd, with an app,
  that can give me access to identify
flowers... or birds via bird songs...
            
         well hey!
                      *** slavia utopia with
the germania brothel!
                  all the old communist
are becoming demented being told:
              and is there any need for old
soviet intellect,
            to not be entertained by this
*******?!
               nope...
                        there isn't a need...
            all you need is for it to be
encouraged!
          fly-fly-my-tear-rendering-sparrows!
break a remnant king's swan-neck
while you're at it!
              and all... will be...
        made...
                                 *prístīnè -
cf. the top.