4.

English, technically, was first not very funny to me. It happens

when you're not indigenous, a squire. He is building his marquee

just to have afternoon tea under a striped roof, red, blue and white.

A peasant and his rabbit hole, plain and simple are both life's heroic

poem, in English. If you're going to speak Dutch, technically, do a van Gogh.


Design a car, or better, a scheme. If it wasn't for English how would

you operate, here or there? And if dad or mom spoke both the same

language, they would have had only tea and not ***. But I have to

disappoint your high hopes, I was never English. My birth belongs

to the human race. My speech, obviously, is my own in this syncopate.