certain words just sound better in
my mutter'zunge...

  zakuć, zdać, zapomnieć...

i don't know how i came across
a band like lao che...
but i have...

       and each word in my native
shadow: is prickly,
   i ***** up my ears and...
expand the word
to more than just information,
meaning,
   it becomes a: sensation,
an emotional translation
that can occupy the time-frame
of at least 10 minutes
of... meditation...

rivet, pass, forget...
   the general tendency of
those subject to late pedagogy
of the system of schooling...

one of the few joys of having
integrated into an english
society,
  while retaining your given
tongue,
  you can "suddenly" turn
around, and lapse into admiration...

nation,
            becomes naród...
          the same emphasis
is shared with the germans:
                             geblüt...
but i like this word:

    czołg -
i could be listening to that song
by asian dub foundation
    tank...

            then i'd rewrite it phonetically
and it would almost look welsh:

                        chowg...

this whole elaborate linguistic
ˈnāSHən...
                              ə'h?
   how about nai-shon?
                    nay-shon?
                 inToned,
i figured just as much:
                    the american
variation
                    [ney-shuh n]
maybe next time:
   i'll write like so:
    inVoke...
                the burs'Ting
                                   of the Yoke...

but clearly Timing,
   but clearly TiTillaTing...
              no wonder i wrote everything
in lower-case,
   to observe the "holy ground"
of limiTing expectations...

N'AH-NOTION...
        nay-shoo-shoo'n;

we can play this game all day long,
i'm not planning to have
children,
   so these subject matters are
truly up my alley of
filling up the void of the passage
of time...
                   grammar ****
               turned pedantry "artist"...

somehow literacy came about
so easily,
everyone was given access to it,
but, some of us,
who would extract from the rules,
a higher tier of observation
had to be denigrated
    to the beginner's tier of
       application and experience...

i can't write emoji "language"
                to save my language -

that's what i love about the english
language,
    it has lingua franca
universal aspects,
   but then it is so ******* particular,
i have to use lewd language
at this point,
   simply because it's so ******
entertaining...

   on the one hand,
i speak a language that has orthographic
rules /
                         standards...
a language that can also
boast a clarity of syllables...
and on the other hand...
  i have a language
            that doesn't employ
any concern for orthography,
given it doesn't employ diacritical
standards...
   and some of its natives
are dyslexic...

               i'm not laughing
at the dyslexics,
   i'm laughing at the ontology of
the english language itself,
   it's so dandy sometimes...
i mean:
         it's like owning a computer
in the 1990s...
they never came with
an instruction manual...
           you had to self-learn
how to use it...
            even now:
there's no instruction manual...
power: word of mouth...
    
      like with facebook...
it was never advertised...
   until recently...
    so i learned about the site
via the word of mouth
of college students...
i thought it was legit.,
  so now i know that there
are two variats
of employing advertisement...
(a) expansion
   (b) collateral damage
             protection...
i bring facebook up,
because i'm don't have the willing
energy to occupy a spiderweb
of social media accounts...
reckless...
   sure...
               but outside of the anglophonic
sphere of things?
i mentioned minds and gab
to a greek guy who was visiting
Varshava,
   who asked to network...
well...
outside of the anglophonic theatre
of interactions on the internet?
  
            it's only the anglophonic
world, bubbled...
               TiTillaTing
                      (i know
          that there's a Y
    in there -
                            Ti-Ti-llaY-Ting)

english is such an idiosyncratic lanaguage,
sure, it's indebted to individualistically
minded individuals of the past,
    but there comes a time
when the language becomes
   a s.a.i.c. (simulated artificial intelligence
canvas) - for someone like me,
just another random ******
                         to discover and use...
            
mind you: i hear but one particular
word in my native western slavic,
   and that will last me about an hour's
worth of thinking about it,
and its translation,
   and how it can look
in competing phonetic encodings...
eh, the orthodox encoding
of spelling is but one tier,
of where this can lead me to.

- don't get me started about
the branching off of this language...
          customs and
    what isn't wrong about being
honest while drinking a bottle
of whiskey...
    there's always death
      or dementia aged 80
to look forward...
   waiting for death,
the antithesis of climbing a mountain?
i get goosebumps on my *****
every time i think about this
voyage,
   unlike some atheistic materialist...
that's just boring...
   and that doesn't imply
        a heaven, or a hell...
it just implies:
   what the dead know,
the living will only speculate about...
death, only very briefly,
    interferes with the day-to-day
of the living...
                the living are busy living,
the dead?
     well...
    how could a schizophrenic mind
be infiltrated by auditory
hallucinations?
   esp. when they are not
negative,
            are not worth considering
the shrapnel of one's former
                                              intact ego?

chancing to catch them while
you're young,
    and not subject to the scrutiny of old
age... and a general laziness
of the hands...
   with only one intention:
to alleviate the symptoms...
now... catch a premature case,
and a curious young mind?
    well... ****...
   you get a narrative akin to this!