Whilst I can use expletives at Will or any other person, it is no my will to wile away the hours with wanton wry comments. I pursue more puritan platitudes to place my mind at ease. Definitive speech comes at a cost. The frontal cortex works harder when the emotive parts of the cranium are at rest.
I could F**k with this and that. Pull up the rest of the seven words you couldn’t say on Television. Slay the soothe with vernacular from Shakespeare. Go at the worst of my banes with atrocious verbiage. But I would rather formulate furtive flailings with flair and elan.
The regression to slang is sighter than the cue. Even the dreaded text speech the young’ins of you spout and spiel, to be such a schlemiel is not my want. Speech must convey, script is meant to be read and understood. All that and it needn’t always use the vulgar.
Of course, there are time where a nicely stropped cussing is needed. Honed and to the point. The, Less is More, is more important, and brings forth the intimation deeper to the heart of the matter. It’s the drug of choice for the cranially challenged to browbeat the brethren incessantly with impiety. Impudence receives nothing from those that need a scolding.
Speak truth to power with clarity. Your, “How dare you!”s will only spurn disgust and disbelief. You need to coddle the odd cudgel close to get your conversation heard. The beaten brow holds not bead on the goal. The dared, dared not.
On the global stage the actors wage war on the unwashed. We are that which we have described ourselves as in speech. If you want the gold it is bought with honey and honour. The beasts are those that get the blood. Bastards bleat with unbounded anger at the thought. Not of the thought of it.
No Vente here Veronica, I prefer a Verona, dark and smooth.
Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai. #garagelurker2019, also A.C., Cee Minus.
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