it almost feels like... i don't exactly knows how it feels like... but speaking quasi-Saxon is worse than speaking with a Berliner's exemptions...
peasant German... who or what? the English language: peasant German. and i speak it prior to expecting the natives to speak it better than me...
yuck... ******* on a lemon becomes a less trivial take on the grand gamble of getting lucky within the confines of karma...
English, as a language... i'm pretty sure there's hoch deutche, as there's niedrig deutche... but saxon deutche? untere von die niedrig...
then a second recollection... i have to... i don't exactly know why i have to, but... i have to, i hate the fact that is borderline quasi-... the sun is shining, the birds are singing... and i am without a desire to do so...
but my exercise of obscenity is... somehow... obligated for reasons per se, known as required, 100 years from the current year.