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david hoffman videos chronicling 20th century h'america... is just about as infectious as a decent piece of music... when drinking... to hell with "proper", mr., "proper" middle-class BBC 4 talk radio... something akin but nonetheless much more entrenched than that eleanor rigby of yesterday who will switch on the television for company... david hoffman videos that borrow snippets from interviews... vietnam war... culture of the 1950s... counter culture of the 1960s... so i wonder... why do so many people associated mental diseases akin to being categorized as infections... akin to: somehow "it" will spread? sidenote... i met one pointless war veteran... he noticed i was holding a book of aesop's fables... after telling me his was buggered in the middle east... he simply said: why are you being so intrusive with your judgemental eyes... i swear i had puppy eyes... p.t.s.d. - well... being buggered by an arab: he should know best... sorry... even i know that tom cruise doesn't like tom cruise... but i'm sure that he should have won best actor for what oliver stone won an oscar for as best director in 1990... ah shit... daniel-day-lewis: my left foot... robin williams: dead poets society... fair enough... wicked game... come to think of it... i don't think i have anything to rebel against... this current mish-mash cocktail: spaghetti. chinese, indian, mexican takeaway cest-pit... the grand burger... it almost feels like: the people who would ever make money from war are praying for aliens... since no other future war has neither enough smoke & mirrors... nor any remains of transparency... the end of history as an exclusively h'american event of the 20th century: died in 2001... now? pick & nibble history - a chunk from britain with "brexit"... something from Crimea... something from hong kong... otherwise? if you don't hear about it upon the global media stage? no history is happening... but in h'america... the history coming out is hyper-inflated... even the once decent origin of culture is marred by political commentary - everything has to exist under commentary scrutiny... h'america is still shaken... its cultural export is crap... maybe in 100 years time: come 2119 rolls along... while all the culprits are dead and their living sperm association with a blank shot into the dark can be protected as mere genetic signatures lost to the suckling demon of time... the 20th century most certainly remained to h'america... esp. the second half of it... but it's.... tiresome to think of h'america as the bellybutton of the the world... to reclaim the status of the bellybutton... some major eventful city in h'america will have to compete with a mere square mile of greenwich, london... i can only see yet another replica of the same story... ever so often a history will expand to encompass certain individuals and call it progress - but at the same time constrict to a plagiarism: to repeat the former woes - h'america wasn't something akin to pure evil - it was simply necessary "evil" - i can see no of walt whitman in its current state... the people are coming home, to whatever can be deemed a "home"... mongrel suitors to an otherwise dissected body, to an otherwise dissected soul - mongrel tongue ties - like myself - the time of the lingo franca came, as it passed... the time of the lingo l'inglese came, as it had to pass... what is war... over what... when three quarters of things have a label: made in china? war... over what? then again: this always bewildered me... it's called patriotism in h'america... but it's called nationalism in europe... am i the only one with jeremy cricket jitters?! h'america simply opened itself up... who would have thought that the once beacon was divided by 50... states so independent of each other that watching california sink into a turd-pile of disbelief was something worth wearing as a badge of honor in places like maine... there is nothing of cultural export left in h'america... progressive metal music was probably the last thing i paid attention to... the movies... eh... they come... they go... the complete and utter brain-drain of imagination is already here... at what point will people realize that all they're ingesting is plagiarism? you could have... associated imagination being furthered... if... some real technological advance came into life... something akin to a refrigerator... a t.v., the internet... but that's not happening... any time soon... all the "new", ahem... "improvements" are happening at an incremental pursuit of: less a boundless sea of knowledge... they are... incremental... but they are not calculus revisions: this is not exponential incrementation... i have reached a plateau of history and of technology... of course i am probably wrong... but there is some sort of a plateau moment... nostalgia for the 20th century! what a terrible nostalgia... at least, for certain: if you are somehow woven into a reality off of nostalgia that current governs the sprout of 21st "logistics"...
wenn ich trinken und trinken ich werden! ich werden entwirren mir von der englisch verstrickendrehbuch - alles wählerisch ar willkommen... außer die besonders einzelheiten... zu spreschen deutsche ist zu entfielhen... der zwangsjackeęnglisch: du können etweichen ęnglisch / sächsischhoffart... durch spreschen die wenig deutsche: als notwendig! das sächsischhoffart geschieden den sächsisch von der deutzsche brut... sie alles besagt kommen zu diese inseln: wir nicht werden rasse mit diese volk (der kelten)...
i have to be the only integration project immigrant to have to succumb to tease some german back into english... i'm at odds: i frankly want to escape back into some sort of german rigour - while all the other immigrants are pushing their sort of understudies of their culture into the host culture... i'm bound to attempt to remind the host culture: you weren't exactly the best bedfellows selling yourself, whoring the mongrel debased in you with either the french or the spanish...
and from german? hva ellers? annen enn... til meg reise nord? til se hva er opp der! sirkel ned... og finne meg selv... hjá tann hólmarnir av tann fimm vindar.
my god... i can only manifest a placebo escape from being tangled in english... if i could learn but one of these tongues... i'd travel to these lands as a much and as little as merely a pauper... oh sure... the dutch would or the belgians... the scandinavians treat me as a well spoken tourist... unless i chanced to tell them: hetta er ikki min móðirtunga: hetta er min Venesia gesturtunga...
ja także śpiewam po polsku... jak ten pospolity: wróbel! znam! znam! moo-ᚠ-eer! matka! matka!
i've already said it... after 2001 people are dispersing... the twins of babel have fallen... whether by a genuine attack or bound to conspiratorial speculation... that's beside the point... something awoke in me... that would have otherwise gravitated toward me seeking h'america... i'm seeking the bloody faroe islands!
my heart is... the cultural export of the 20th century isn't there... to sustain former h'american influence... h'america will not sustain the world by the current cultural export of political youtube commentators... even i find myself wanting to unlearn english, i've defended my given tongue: even though i haven't any strangers to speak it... i'd sacrifice my english for an i.q. of 90 of faroese - yeah... i'd play the village idiot... anything to get out of this... ffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff- -ucking straightjacket! the nag hammadi read by the wrong sort of people!