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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.
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Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC
heimatmenschenzunge
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.
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Oct 29, 2017 at 8:42 PM UTC
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