Red'n'Blck Seem T'Be Bck.

N ur gon like it cos itąs gon be mine n not conformistic nor sth repeatedlz applied like a stereotype, but wht I'm gon create is gon to be a fashion-like construct, unique, juicily temptin to follow, or watch at least. esp, easy w/all those devices n tools av. to the digital native; u all find ways n means to do so. or friends o'friends to spy on my wall.

Wonderfully Bitter.

Life's too short to thwart it on drugs. There r too many experiences and feelings to... well, frangkly speakin, the Chomskyan deep structure if mine being far fetched frm manageable, intricate recesses of the cognition, hence demanding greater expenditure of effort to stipulate 'em. Here, this media serving decently as the release-valve is not enough n has never been. The pace is too fast to encompass all 'em thoughtz in a digest matter of words.

Whatever Works, Guys.

Thr, Nov 18th, 9th storey, 1429, it's gettin X-massish already. So gloomy outside that it feels like, it's gon snow any minute now. 'To make your English [even/sound] more English'. 'The point is not to get the right answer'. 'Lg, slang in particular, used to include those who speak it n exclude those who do not'. Do u know of tile stoves on UJ?

Mnmlsm.

So wht do we do? Lemme paraphrase: wht r we doin' now? I mean, readin stuff, that is, we sit all comfy in the chairs of ours n soak up the news. How much r we capable of storing? Wht amounts can we process? To what degree will these news be complimentary and to what extend will they diverge?

"Scribblings of dubious nature."

The Lingua Franca Curse: once a lg establishes as one, it dies. Cause of death: exhaustion, exploatation.

Thought-constrainin'.

Cos he genuinely, utterly is sucha bad boy.

Imma Hep To It. The MA Subject-Matter idm.

Frm the very core [essence, fixed rigidity n stiffness] - glossematics, outwards the circle, the plc is occupied by pragmatics-the field so wide in its circumference that it blends w/other domains; so far-off hence it may misleadingly be claimed that it [pragmatics] no longer belongs to the scope o'linguistics, wherefore, be monikered as its 'waste basket' instead. All this owing to its complexity, unconfined interwaving versatility w/various areas n interface w/other domains. All this, cos of a horde of some frenzy minded linguists who have run out of ideas how to research a subject so profound in its very self that, as a consequence, it has been exiled, for the alledged 'great' minds thought it expedient to label the domain as entropy and negatively-loaded in attribution so it does not deserve to be paid even obscure attention by afore mentioned 'emz. Ever being a linguist, one is ever inclided to philosophy dyadically. Time to reschedule long-unvisited schemata once settled upon, perhaps? Rethinkin concepts.

Strngrz On a Train.

I've never feelt a need to complain about being a spoiled girl. A material one, precisely. I've grown loving things, I've grown in love with things. An affirmation for boys always's been on my side. The city... it has been very murky today... Dunno if it was for the city itself or sth yet another else. Shall I greet it from u? Shall I stick to the beloved informal, or rather puzzling register of mine? Am I to msg u right away, leavin u yet another prolonged msg signed by the initials M.W. n wait till it Likewise to a somebody which [reasonin: a sb is simpely a nobody; it does not exist in the mental recognition of a scholary mind as neither representing nor delivering any values hence not deservin for the pronoun; unquote] did not go through any of the academic stages, I am like that as far as the emotional aspect goes: I do not exist thr. I've stripped myself of the quasi priviledge to own one. I might as well be spoiled to the extremes to you unknown. In the same vein, it is the epicentre of being correct since this particular knowledge can not be found in a common ground of ours. I pass that. I cross the boundaries, u see. So precise n blunt to the point even whn emplyin the plainest of words. "My imagination surprise you, like the new york city subway."U surmise, I've acquired some of the feats of this place? Nothin more misleadiin; I haste to clarify: I've become more impervious to it as anytime 'fore... Not tht I further to thwart yo goals.

Postpone. I'll Stay.

It really does keep me alive. Much as magniloquent I am, these staple words expose the deep n impenetrable struct of the bowels of mine. There's a clear blue sky over there. The horison being so incomprehensibly wide. This inevitably is a true predestination of my life. It certainly does to their minds. As for me, it enacts as an irreplaceable, unerring awareness-o-self-confidence provider. It does it to them. Not a aprticple of mine is involved. It does not entail me. Mind you.