what a parting sea spectated
with: but one word...
the teutonic ascription
compared to:
a sword that fits through
a mold of an needle (double) -
or is that: the dull monstrosity
of an unfolded umbrella?
whichever...
trailing back with an english
son to the german father:
plenty of S to Z and Z to S
interchanges: believe me...
one word: just one word
of "concern"...
disease...
dißease...
ah, but there are two
variant emphasis structures,
hence the need to deconstruct them
with what the germans might
call: "chinese" optics -
you bundle a few words together,
but actually can't
pronounce them when
someone else does a similis,
e.g. grzegorz brzęczyszczykiewicz -
gregory buzzingfangpeakfeat
outliers of the word, dissected:
szczy(t) - peak
kie(ł) - fank
w(i/y)cz(yn) - feat...
i.e. greg buzzed like a fly at ease
attempting the feat of "climbing"
fang-peak...
but there is no technicality
to go over:
digression hasn't really earned
its place as worth scholarly interpretation:
unlike rhetoric that morphed into
oration...
it's borrowed from a cult film
that you should go and see:
how i unfolded the second world war...
by a single rifle shot nearing Danzig...
how am i to be both poet and surgeon?
you know that there are "doctors"
who are merely clerks and there
are "butchers" that are also the misters
as surgeons?
yeah, a clerk can be a dr.
but a surgeon is a mr.,
petition for surgeons to
receive christmas cards with a dr. adam smith
(generic address)...
as you might observe: i'm not trying
to be smart: it's just ******* complicated
in general...
english as shrapnel in comparison
to german:
dis-ease, as i once explained:
a negation of ease...
but when you say it
disease: well: that's worth steering
away from...
but there are twin emphasis routes
to say that one, but one word...
if you only know that there is
a latin prefix attached to what could have
been ease: but never really bloomed
into a retirement plan...
well...
the snapping Z in the first tier emphasis
of: and i hope that awaits you too...
or the curved S of a universal:
it could meet you to -
a dis- +ease
magnets:
magnets:
how could i write it as
dis- -ease
and: surprise surprise:
the words didn't attract
a compound?
any man would have given up on
language at this point: **** it, let's splash
some colour on a blank and call it a: Kandinsky...
jaw bone to the elephant tusk
comparison:
i've learned that brushing my teeth once
a day, with a minimal amount of toothpaste
makes me wish my dentist was death -
as i already proved: post wake after my
great-grandmother's funeral:
grinding my teeth to the point where
i chipped a bit of my lower central incisor:
because i cry when animals die
and i do the following when a human
dies.
i also have a cheap tattoo:
a scar from having a port-wine stain that
hosted the flesh on top of my shoulder-blade
removed...
and i'm a writer of fiction in my delusion
of actually having inconsistency
believing the only belief remaining:
(it's) worth digressing;
but if you had to attach yourself to having
spotted an emphasis with only a single word?
you too would have been
a(n) edinburgh university chemistry
student: once upon a time...
(n): is that optional?
i mean: is there a arm, or is that: an arm?
magnets:
how can you have two vowels attract
and also have two consonants attract
when: in relation to the stated difference:
there ought not be a: oo -
or how you say: oh -
whenever you ooh?
glee gloat glue...
but there is no worthwhile
critique of Kandinsky:
splash of colour: **** here,
**** there, a slight at geometry and: boom!
hey presto let's build an art gallery.
(i forgot the goat)...
because after you don't really
get that much "attention":
you get to do the ******* like -
unlike a respectable pardoner of Kraszewski...
(kra-shae-w-ski) -
you know what i really want?
for a linguist to be given the primitive tools
of language back: and explain
what's /ɡəʊt/ -
apparently it's a thing with
horns, a goatee: and possibly a milk sack...
hairy... lives in mountains:
or if "domesticated" can survive on
paper: in the form of public posters...
and to think grass could equal cow...
or grass = horse...
i really don't need to be
a scientist to say: wow!
and the masculine in
a poetic format is, what?
probably something alongside this -
speech, perfection!
it's still going to be a variation when
you don't acknowledge that
disease is not akin to a pathogen:
a hostile body, a virus, a life from Mars,
when in fact it's just the minus
aking to: dis-ease:
a denial of ease better represented by
those atop sky-scrapers: those without
the denail of... whatever even they know
of ease.
well... all i can say is that
i saved an Amazonian
tree just by doing that...
a lot do about nothing:
and absolutely nothing to do with a lot.
