i find that the natives, speak such an unremarkable
language of their own, that the language itself -
without persona or
a "non grata",
once in a while: demands
a foreigner to speak it -
since the natives have become
so complacent using it -
turning a fork into a saw
sort of speak...
a screwdriver
into a hammer...
there are these glorious
times in the history of man,
where the natives speak
their native tongue:
so unimaginably dull -
lullaby-prone by some fiction
of their present surroundings -
the english speak the sort
of english that pakistanis acquire -
they're the insipid diatribe
exhaustion of
the most beautifully proficient
allocation of sound: akin
to the sparrow...
at least the german be
stern schoolmaster akin to the crow -
but the english?
you start losing respect
for the natives, when you speak
better native, than the natives.
the last remains of an anglo-saxon
past remain in chemistry -
otherwise it's the optical-ease /
way out regarding the to be said:
hyphenated words -
hydrocarbons - in english would be
hydro-carbons -
you learn your syllable count
with chemical names:
calciumoxychloride...
but then there are the patriots -
native-men-tongue
(heimatmenschenzunge);
by the time i'm dead, i'll know the teuton
inside-out, and make sure to put him
back together: outside in.
- and yes, to reiterate,
the only "thing" about the english
being remotely saxon, is how
anti-german english has become,
optical spaghetti of the elongated
german word -
which in english = minus the hyphen...
the english decided on less:
the german custard word scrabble -
and more on norman shrapnel -
i.e. hydro-philic - or hydrophilic -
stage 1 (oxford) stage 2 (cambridge);
and then the populace can write
a meme, a "phone number" to nowhere.
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC
i find that the natives, speak such an unremarkable
language of their own, that the language itself -
without persona or
a "non grata",
once in a while: demands
a foreigner to speak it -
since the natives have become
so complacent using it -
turning a fork into a saw
sort of speak...
a screwdriver
into a hammer...
there are these glorious
times in the history of man,
where the natives speak
their native tongue:
so unimaginably dull -
lullaby-prone by some fiction
of their present surroundings -
the english speak the sort
of english that pakistanis acquire -
they're the insipid diatribe
exhaustion of
the most beautifully proficient
allocation of sound: akin
to the sparrow...
at least the german be
stern schoolmaster akin to the crow -
but the english?
you start losing respect
for the natives, when you speak
better native, than the natives.
the last remains of an anglo-saxon
past remain in chemistry -
otherwise it's the optical-ease /
way out regarding the to be said:
hyphenated words -
hydrocarbons - in english would be
hydro-carbons -
you learn your syllable count
with chemical names:
calciumoxychloride...
but then there are the patriots -
native-men-tongue
(heimatmenschenzunge);
by the time i'm dead, i'll know the teuton
inside-out, and make sure to put him
back together: outside in.
- and yes, to reiterate,
the only "thing" about the english
being remotely saxon, is how
anti-german english has become,
optical spaghetti of the elongated
german word -
which in english = minus the hyphen...
the english decided on less:
the german custard word scrabble -
and more on norman shrapnel -
i.e. hydro-philic - or hydrophilic -
stage 1 (oxford) stage 2 (cambridge);
and then the populace can write
a meme, a "phone number" to nowhere.