me no spit English, me no no Englis, OK?
me barbarrrian, why u one me speak Englis?
u teach me inglish then u want me slave, ya?
u teach me englis and mik mee go from nuture,
from da trees and de lakes and hum of me ancesdors, ya?
and you teach me englis
glive me your stinkin additudes
mik me pollute wold and **** wold like you, yes?
I del u, me spit no englis but sdill u offer skolarsips
and mik me shange name, and then tick on Englis name, ya?
then peeple call me englis name like tom, *****, hairy
or my wife become susan or margate
and me become kristian, yeah?
why I say no englis still u want to tich me englsi
and give me book and mi say, mi say,
luk at my nikid bady laik da die I was born
liiiv me one
don't tiich me englis
or wan day I will kurs and swera in inglis
like who, who, who, like that monster I hard play story
is he nime Caliban, yeah?
me barbarrbaian, dun't mike i civilized like u;
me no no inglis;
me happi with me lunguge and me hum
and my trees and likes and annncesdral places¦
I no wants to spit engilsi and khanges my name and culturte!
and un I no wan to go fom humen!
leave me lone wan, I say! me no spit englis!
or I put u in *** if you no go!

Sunrise until sunset
Cooler lands warmed in the hours
As the rays mark the hours.
Each moment defines summer's calendar.
As the day ends and the moon marks the night.
Dreamlands and astral plains take our mind's on a journey
where magic, ficitional, and the impossable are within reach...
We are no longer a heavy mortal who has fallin asleep on the beach.
We are like Peter Pan who never grows old...
We can fly!
To distant areas and becoming involved in unordinary events
Never limited to the covers of a book or how we are  taking in
as to how the story teller  has told.
We are free in Never Never Land.
So, enjoy your flight and fly free!
Until the alarm clock and the sun mark the waking hours...
You may do as you like...Even posess super powers.
The cool air chills the body, however never the soul.
As it flies through these Dreamy Astral Plains
Until the sun warms the bady to wake.....
You are the untouchable in this land of Astral's Reality Break.

never understood the counter argument of
op sports, within the confines of
feminism, having to resort to women...
this...
  counter-argument of women in sports...
women boxing... n'ah, prefer fake Sappho ****...
women doing rugby?
   and they thought skinheads looked ugly...
women playing football...
the faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa? C.K.N.U.
what happened to the men who would say...
well... it's sort of teasing repressive
*******... watching these 18 year olds
do the gymnastics...
like... my my my...
   even my **** isn't quiet as flexible
as that: body of work...
     synchronized swimming?!
sexist! no men do it... why?
   because they can't!
          imagine the sort of legs
scissor chopping the air, that weren't female...
and male tennis?
  BO-ring... serves an ace...
ace + **** of the advantage...
   woman's tennis i can watch...
male tennis is boring as ****...
      sometimes you get a chance
to watch a tennis professor,
   with a perfect backhand,
like federer:
        but it's not longer tennis,
it's an aesthetic of the backhand perfection...
but women have their sports...
tennis is one of them...
          but football, rugby, boxing?
i guess some men never knew
how to spend an hour with a *******
to contain her rage...
like, sometimes forgetting
ton inscribe male genitals to an hour's
worth of kissing, a fascination
with the torso, but not the *******...
     women have their sports...
it's just that... for the most part....
most, drunk men,
hyperventilating on a bad ref. decision
will, simply, not, tune in...
  and why blame them...
   gymnastics and synchronized swimming...
and all that glitter and make-up
involved...
    all i see is legs...
      robert palmer's: god bless his
soul - addicted to love -
        where's the *******,
and all that genital rubbing
on the 10cm beam cartwheels?
no, women have their sports...
   but hitting it mainstream with a bunch
of skinhead congregation
at a pub...
   watching the footie?
           that's just ******* on
the already ******* upon Olympics...
       like some sort of rock n roll start-up
with groupies...
    sure... i have a yummy tummy
pregnant fetish for one of the bangels...
but women boxing,
women playing rugby,
women playing footballs?
    is that even remotely sexist,
countered with: only women can write
poetry...
   but i prefer womens' tennis -
given that there's no **** and serve...
synchronized swimming,
net ball instead of basketball...
      i will not watch women's football
for the reason that women give:
admiring footballer's legs...
   me?
       i prefer admiring the legs of
female gymnasts...
sure...
   that's borderline on something
otherwise legal...
                 18... is like:
            so so, sh'oh baddy-bad-bady -
there can't exactly be an equality
quotient within the most profitable sports,
sports most hindered by
gambling...
               such a shame...
that some women do not respect
the Olympic spiritus sancti...
      at least in Olympic competition
women reach the equal status of
post-scriptum expression of tears....
     as those male football ballerinas...
ooh... now that i have teased...
i can't wait for the breach of
legality,
   watching 18 year old girls
perform gymnastics...
sorting out what is a ******,
borderline ******...
        and a frustrated flower
               imploding to attract a bee;
fun, fun, fun.