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       So when we take that into results  - then
the standard language is also a lie to me    - I
want to write live speech    - very spectacular,
I know, but I don't say so,  some words don't go
into my muzzle:  I can't write the word "chľast"
- no, never!     It seems to me that grandfather
academics in the linguistic institute     - they
have generously taken to the grace   some of the
slangy expressions of the scum         - smiling
kind-heartedly:          we all are their stupid
children, but they had to leave there their soft
slimy mucus footprint     - it must be seen that
they are hard working. I'm bad    - I guess it's
different, but I'm really relieved.
       Martina turn up her nose at me  that I am
blavamaniac that people from Turiec         look
different at booze - more subtle   - but it does
not matter    - I have to write the truth when I
started - and the truth is that the softening  -
really irritate me in some places  - it disgusts
me - strange what sounds can do,   I'm sure - my
speech somewhere too can lift someone's nerves.
       Then also I have on my heart    - that my
mother language has the unluck, that it does not
live much in its standard form (who knows, maybe
the standard language doesn't live   anywhere in
the world ⛢) as evidenced by the television art 
of local dubbing   (I'm not talking about Slovak
movies, these people are totally fucked in head,
they are the deep gagers of the heavy words  and
lengthy handlers of atmospheric vacuum.    Oh my
god! We've all known over the years  - what kind
of heavy book piles you freaks have read   - and
how fatal your hidden messages are to us:     so
what about make a movie - at least once?!)
       There's plus one thing about dubbing    -
for everything only one current scene:    a huge
tattooed black man - to whom clanking  - no less
than five - gold chains on the neck - gracefully
turns while drewing shiny           and delicate
Desert Eagle    - his white smile is deadly like
well as its silent insidious words:   "Do pekla!
Čárlí! Odbachnem ťa!    Si len poondiaty poliš!"
(this is so really ridiculous,  you will have to
trust me - my mysterious foreign friend)




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