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is truth, sometimes. h/t compassioninpolitics
is truth, sometimes. h/t compassioninpolitics
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The European Union Commission have announced that agreement has been reached to adopt English as the preferred language for Europeancommunications, rather than German, which was the other possibility. As partof the negotiations, the British government conceded that English spellinghad some room for improvement and has accepted a five-year phased plan forwhat will be known as EuroEnglish (Euro for short).
In the first year, "s" will be used instead of the soft "c".Sertainly, sivil servants will resieve this news with joy. Also, the hard"c" will be replaced with "k". Not only will this klear up konfusion, buttypewriters kan have one less letter.
There will be growing publik enthusiasm in the sekond year, when the troublesome "ph" will be replacedby "f". This will make words like "fotograf" 20 per sent shorter.
In the third year, publik akseptanse of the new spelling kan beexpekted to reach the stage where more komplikated changes are possible.Governments will enkorage the removal of double letters, which have alwaysben a deterent to akurate speling. Also, al wil agre that the horible mesof silent "e"s in the languag is disgrasful, and they would go.
By the fourth year, peopl wil be reseptiv to steps such as replasing"th" by "z" and "w" by "v".
During se fifz year, ze unesesary "o" kan bedropd from vords kontaining "ou", and similar changes vud of kors be apldto ozer kombinations of leters. After zis fifz year, ve vil hav a relisensibl riten styl. Zer vil be no mor trubls or difikultis and evrivun wilfind it ezi to understand ech ozer. Ze drem vil finali kum tru.![]()
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Courage
A small body,
moving like a black bead across linoleum floor,
spins grey thread.
She hangs it like party streamers
between
rocks, trees, doorframes and windows.
Her webs of small triangles, looped and tied together,
have been dismembered by hats, flailing hands, and squirrels.
Each time, she hides beside the knotted corner, the one in the shadows,
watching
the web break
into frayed fingertips that twitch.
She has sat on the edge of countless webs. When the wind dies down, her legs click forward.
Rebuild.
A small body,
moving like a black bead,
spinning grey thread and stretching it out.
I leaned forward, but heard no sigh,
only the click click click of hairy legs against a twig.
A small body,
moving like a black bead across linoleum floor,
spins grey thread.
She hangs it like party streamers
between
rocks, trees, doorframes and windows.
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