

The Four Riddles of What It IsRotten and pestilential is my Mask, My flesh exposed, decaying and putrid, That home call theseThe Four Riddles of What It Is
Maggots crawling to sweeter flesh still. As a veil I employ buzzards. Visible is my breath, poisonous green. Broken lips cover black tainted teeth. Find me quickly mortal,
Or your weapons cant stop me still. My bones are brittle, My Stomach bloated, My teeth worn out, From grinding slowly. No food has passed,
These weary lips, Simple grub I lust for, To satisfy the pain. But only infinite hunger I gift to my prey.


Being a Language of CreationAinë: A Grammar and Pronunciation Guide.Being a Language of Creation
Vowel-Consonant Pairs ab,ac,ad,af,ag,ah,aj,al,am,an,ap,ar,as,at,av,aw,az. eb,ec,ed,ef,eg,eh,ej,el,em,en,ep,er,es,et,ev,ew,ez ib,ic,id,if,ig,ih,ij,il,im,in,ip,ir,is,it,iv,iw,iz ob,oc,od,of,og,oh,oj,ol,om,on,op,or,os,ot,ov,ow,oz ub,uc,ud,uf,ug,uh,uj,ul,um,un,up,ur,us,ut,uv,uw,uz
Note: When spoken, all vowels are short vowel sounds, like mAster rather than mAde or On rather than Ocean.
Vowel-Vowel pairs aa,ae,ai,ao,au ea,ee,ei,eo,eu ia,ie,ii,io,iu oa,oe,oi,oo,ou ua,ue,ui,uo,uu
Note: The pronuncia


About the thing and stuffSuch things as the things and the other things and the other things and all the things that have other things with the things included to the thing but the thing without the thing is not with the thing but rather the thing that follows the things thing. More things must follow a thing and other things take things inside and things do happen around a thing. Yet stuff does not follow the rules of things. Stuff is like stuff but not stuff, and all stuff hates stuff, but no stuff hates the other stuff. The other stuff follows the stuff that has the stuff with the stuff that helps the stuff that keeps the stuff together. Stuff does not keepAbout the thing and stuff


Sad and LonelyI stood amongst a group of friends today, They were happy, by the way, Whilst I stood, deaf and dumbSad and Lonely
A chilling feeling making me numb, I stood within the crowd but felt That I was outside my pelt, Away in a world of strangers
Exposed to unknown dangers Beneath a dieing sun I begin to run For amongst the crowd of friends
A dark patch of sorrow lends Blind tears of rage Trapped within a cage They find me only; Sad and Lonely.
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I am a slow walker , but I never walk backwards .
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Immensity is the movement of the motionless man.
- Gaston Bachelard
in other words: hi!
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Murphy MacManus: So you're Chekov, huh? Well, this here's McCoy. Find a Spock, we got us an away team.
--boondock saints
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Everyone! Watch this man!
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