Maybe he will be the next Greg Pease, but we need to get him trained before he is too old, or else he will be susceptible to the dark side of the latakia.
How disingenuous. No need to play the victim here, since no one's removing this word from the lexicon. I teach the language that you accuse me of disemboweling, which you misspelled. But some of the kids I teach it to are on the autism spectrum, so I've learned that there is no helping the fixations. You just accept them.And so, the latest word to be removed from the hypnopedia of our brave new world--as applied to people who make us uncomfortable--is creepy...
creep·y
ˈkrēpē
adjective
informal
adjective: creepy; comparative adjective: creepier; superlative adjective: creepiest
==> causing an unpleasant feeling of fear or unease.
What a dance we do in these times, and slowly neuter vocabulary, whilst disembowling the power of language.
(Stoop)
if you are abcedminded, to this claybook, what curios of signs (please stoop), in this allaphbed!
Can you rede (since We and Thou had it out already) its world?
It is the same told of all. Many. Miscegenations on miscegenations. Tieckle. They lived und laughed ant loved end left. Forsin. Thy thingdome is given to the Meades and Porsons. The meandertale, aloss and again, of our old Heidenburgh in the days when Head-in-Clouds walked the earth.
There was a time when naif alphabetters would have written it down the tracing of a purely deliquescent recidivist, possibly ambidextrous, snubnosed probably and presenting a strangely profound rainbowl in his (or her) occiput. To the hardily curiosing entomophilust then it has shown a very sexmosaic of nymphosis in which the eternal chimerahunter Oriolopos, now frond of sugars, then lief of saults, the sensory crowd in his belly coupled with an eye for the goods trooth bewilderblissed by their night effluvia with guns like drums and fondlers like forceps persequestellates his vanessas from flore to flore. Somehows this sounds like the purest kidooleyoon wherein our madernacerution of lour lore is rich. All's so herou from us him in a kitchernott darkness, by hasard and worn rolls arered, we must grope on till Zerogh hour like pou owl giaours as we are would we salve aught of moments for our aysore today. Amousin though not but.
Closer inspection of the bordereau would reveal a multiplicity of personalities inflicted on the documents or document and some prevision of virtual crime or crimes might be made by anyone unwary enough before any suitable occasion for it or them had so far managed to happen along. In fact, under the closed eyes of the inspectors the traits featuring the chiaroscuro coalesce, their contrarieties eliminated, in one stable somebody similarly as by the providential warring of heartshaker with housebreaker and of dramdrinker against freethinker our social something bowls along bumpily, experiencing a jolting series of prearranged disappointments, down the long lane of (it's as semper as oxhousehumper!) generations, more generations and still more generations.
Say, baroun lousadoor, who in hallhagal wrote the durn thing anyhow? Erect, beseated, mountback, against a partywall, below freezigrade, by the use of quill or style, with turbid or pellucid mind, accompanied or the reverse by mastication, interrupted by visit of seer to scribe or of scribe to site, atwixt two showers or atosst of a trike, rained upon or blown around, by a rightdown regular racer from the soil or by a too pained whittlewit laden with the loot of learning?
If after years upon years of delving in ditches dark one tubthumper more than others, Kinihoun or Kahanan, giardarner or mear measenmanonger, has got up for the darnall same purpose of reassuring us with all the barbar of the Carrageehouse that our great ascendant was properly speaking three syllables less than his own surname (yes, yes, less!), that the ear of Fionn Earwicker aforetime was the trademark of a broadcaster with wicker local jargon for an ace's patent (Hear! Calls! Everywhair!) then as to this radiooscillating epiepistle to which, cotton, silk or samite, kohol, gall or brickdust, we must ceaselessly return, whereabouts exactly at present in Siam, Hell or Tophet under that glorisol which plays touraloup with us in this Aludin's Cove of our cagacity is that bright soandsuch to slip us the dinkum oil?
Naysayers we know.
To conclude purely negatively from the positive absence of political odia and monetary requests that its page cannot ever have been a penproduct of a man or woman of that period or those parts is only one more unlooked for conclusion leaped at, being tantamount to inferring from the nonpresence of inverted commas (sometimes called quotation marks) on any page that its author was always constitutionally incapable of misappropriating the spoken words of others.
" Vacuous rubbish spewed forth by social proctors who appear to be educated beyond their native intelligence--all in an effort to usher in a Kumbaya world order of kindergarten fantasy involving 'fair' and 'equal.'"
When we become afraid to speak our minds, our minds will become afraid to think the thoughts that make us human. And that is their goal. Control the language, control the mind. Shall we acquiesce?Yes please let's drag the rest of us down so as not to let those who who can't keep up get too far behind... would you like to kick my dog while you pick my pocket and tell me it's all for the greater good?