/come to think of it, i'm starting to enjoy learning the second tier of using language, namely the mimic involved in others' punctuation; there's a piquant delight in loaning punctuation ergonomics - unlike slurping oysters... mind you: how the **** do these half-wit neither muscle nor a brain procreate?! i'd love to ******* to that one, with a SIR davie atten-borough-e commentary: and the shells?! such meakness: yet so stringent. punctuation? paul joseph watson: a.k.a. - do the pigeon strut: saved a many life of your atypical metal meathead headbanging.

brexit?

         that's still the same old
clingy toddler's word?

like a **** set against
an impeding whirlwind,

for all i know, "my" people
will not budge,
       or venture to hide in

a border "question":

    strapped to: a ******* island!