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the european concern, these days, is to utilise words: without an allahu akbar conviction... how certain is this: hollowing-out of language... before a meaning of life is attested, it's the truancy of meaning in language that's worth being investigated... how pulverising is this: hollowing out of words... and whichever word might denote ethnic antagonism: i utilise as shallow ventures, drowning face-down in a puddle... that's not me: about to start a ku klux manifesto... these days it's really about excuses... how best to excuse oneself from the fact that: we think we're living in a village (given the internet), but in fact: this metropolis, gargantuan, is choking us... on the daily basis of being congested, constipated: in a commute. me? sometimes itchy for a verbal-diarrhoea. it was an experimental procedure....             in south wales, Glasbury, i was the sole white boy    sitting with the Cadbury crew... subsequent reasoning follows:         what are the boundaries of language, and what's the standard etiquette?    a reaction, i guess:    people at s.o.a.s. saying you shouldn't read Kant.             **and if language can't cushion violence... if language can't cushion violence...**   and if language is subjected to the many internet little hitlers and snowflakes...              i might just be sued for copyright infringements when i use any word of my liking... sooner or later it'll all look a bit like:   the A to Z... with © before every word.                language is supposed to cushion violence...         if this motto is disavowed...              alt-right neo-con                   and when my ethnicity was compared to rats...                                 i'd like to hear jazz from auschwitz... or the blues...                      or rap, for that matter...   are cruel as it sounds, there was no extermination      procedure with the blacks in america... someone evidently spoke of basketball breakdance  and all that african cool...                        now we can say: african-american,              shame we can't say mohawk the same way... culinary problems...         the reds didn't use enough spices          and craft the taj mahal broth...                    and if my ancestors were a bunch of *************                  no wonder news outlets speak of   premature depression among the post-colonial      children of this hue.
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Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
concerning racism (verbal-diarrhoea)
the european concern, these days, is to utilise words: without an allahu akbar conviction... how certain is this: hollowing-out of language... before a meaning of life is attested, it's the truancy of meaning in language that's worth being investigated... how pulverising is this: hollowing out of words... and whichever word might denote ethnic antagonism: i utilise as shallow ventures, drowning face-down in a puddle... that's not me: about to start a ku klux manifesto... these days it's really about excuses... how best to excuse oneself from the fact that: we think we're living in a village (given the internet), but in fact: this metropolis, gargantuan, is choking us... on the daily basis of being congested, constipated: in a commute. me? sometimes itchy for a verbal-diarrhoea. it was an experimental procedure....             in south wales, Glasbury, i was the sole white boy    sitting with the Cadbury crew... subsequent reasoning follows:         what are the boundaries of language, and what's the standard etiquette?    a reaction, i guess:    people at s.o.a.s. saying you shouldn't read Kant.             **and if language can't cushion violence... if language can't cushion violence...**   and if language is subjected to the many internet little hitlers and snowflakes...              i might just be sued for copyright infringements when i use any word of my liking... sooner or later it'll all look a bit like:   the A to Z... with © before every word.                language is supposed to cushion violence...         if this motto is disavowed...              alt-right neo-con                   and when my ethnicity was compared to rats...                                 i'd like to hear jazz from auschwitz... or the blues...                      or rap, for that matter...   are cruel as it sounds, there was no extermination      procedure with the blacks in america... someone evidently spoke of basketball breakdance  and all that african cool...                        now we can say: african-american,              shame we can't say mohawk the same way... culinary problems...         the reds didn't use enough spices          and craft the taj mahal broth...                    and if my ancestors were a bunch of *************                  no wonder news outlets speak of   premature depression among the post-colonial      children of this hue.
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Jan 10, 2017 at 10:41 AM UTC
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