Monday 20 October 2008

Relativity

I met a man who had no shoes,
I set fire to him, that man was no longer cold,

To expound upon an earlier question, life is relative, and language more so, I may not speak the same dialect that you do, but does that make yours or mine any less correct, we hear tell of the recieved pronunciation of Queen's English, but pray, how has she decided to formulate such a language, and who gave her the possession of our nation's most treasured wealth. Language is art, and within its artistry lies eternal mystery, whence came the vowel? Who are the noun? Participles why must you dangle so? Language is the ultimate form of expression, and all other mediums pale into its purity of thought, purpose, chastity and brilliance.

Listening to: The sound coming from my skylight
Mood: euphoric

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