native? native what? explain that to an 8-year-old colt, who started to acquire a foreign language, and then speak to him... 13 years later... mind you, the shame that's english tourism, which should ask the basic minimum of bilingualism, or at least enough charm, to attract an italian / canadian beauty, once in paris, to speak french for you... oddly enough? the english are not big on the charm offensive when it comes to foreign girls... the only charm they seem to ooze is the fact that they're mono-lingual, and have a stinking fat piece of pork leather, filled with money gained from content-professions, that, really... really do make the chinese look twice as useful: and in the "garden" of paradise that is: hände spreschen zweimal wie schnell wie die zunge (hands speak twice as fast as the tongue): and also leave the mind with more peace to cherish, as the waggling tongue ever left the mind to fathom.
my english neighbours have this
problem with me:
they hate the idea that i'm
actually expressing the mortality
bound to my lack of sometimes
"necessary" control...
no matter the **** that my sikh
neighbour kills my cat...
that's not a problem...
it's that i drink and sometimes manage
to wolf-cry-fowl into the night...
no matter she's almost 50, and he's past
50 aiming at 60, and it's only
now that they decided to have their
little down syndrome taxpayer's
money-making machine...
you know, i've been using this language
since the age of 8, but i never managed
to move beyond that age of thinking,
i'm the same old still annoying
8-year-old,
but i guess that's why the english
call english immigrants *expats
rather than immigrants...
sounds a bit better, i might add...
well, of course it would...
in unity is our strength,
tomorrow? i'm gonna be competing
with some govinda's ***** over
a curry...
i'm thinking: better find me a recipe
involving mint!
then again my english neighbour is
a complete engslosh...
something worth ******* on...
and i'd gladly **** on him and then ask him
asking me:
has is truly rained?
you tell me, you had the audacity to
bring back the monsoon crowd,
so? so stop moaning that you felt
that you didn't see it coming!
what a ******...
i once had a respect for these people,
but then they started treating me
like a cinnamon bunny, or a chocolate soup
franchise...
i once had great respect for these people,
then i spent 3 years in scotland
and started thinking like a mongrel pict...
who are these people who are asking for
deserved respect? can't find them...
i don't like the **** ******* wannabe
wholesaler: do i ******* look like
a chimpanzee, readied for a lesson in
english arithmetic circus antics?
what, a, *******, ****...
i'm only going to say this once,
i'm siding with the russian um?
it has gone way past deciding whether
they deserve it or not...
i just hate that my father has to mind
having to ask whether he has down
syndrome, because he doesn't have a ****
accent...
****** please, you think i'm going
to ***** at empathy over rotherham?
really? you breed dumb girls, you
get dumb & ****** over girls...
otherwise? tomorrow i'm going
to be cooking two curries...
hence i asked for four tins of chopped
tomatoes, and i'm starting to qualify mint
as a competitive ingredient...
i'm just bored of the racism...
i'm really having to compete to associate
myself with it:
white v. white racism takes more
gymnastics, it's not as easy when you're
not... "suntanned"...
you have to nibble on the details...
namely? the flattened part of the fusion
of the parietal & the occipital bones...
akin to the turks... as noted to me in
an arts class in school... by a lovely blonde girl...
as jung noted in the 20th century,
so i too note in the 21st century:
western europe is more of an echo-chamber
than before,
which never believes in the existence
of central europe...
believing that there is such a bloc known
to be eastern, never minding that
the east is tickling the ural mountains,
and no state, in particular;
can't help but think these peoples are
arrogant *****,
and not dissolve their just
partake with their masochistic mission of
past deeds as having:
disgruntling after-effects...
the problem is?
they don't want to blame their forefathers,
and they don't want to blame themselves...
no wonder we're the witness to
the ouroboros effect...
sure as **** philip zimbardo didn't write
a book about that,
but i have: having written a pre-scriptum.
