Dexintagi

Je moi t'aime, I fell intro drunk yard. She ray cheri an orange joys. Te yo known.

Ciao, sayo', de finin'... arigato, gozaimas, ciao, ciao, ciao ciao f oui

@renchamp:

No word is the right one, otherwise we wouldn't continue using the entire variety of them. All words are perfect in their time and location.

Now, about you. There are two reasons for which I can invite you back home. First of all, because you haven't realized that we share our home (explicit in the befuddlement of my words), second of all, because we share our home (explicit in the inherit use of both our words).

:)

@renchamp:

Are you lost? Would you like to come back home?

Here is the solution, beyond what is my opinion, beyond what is yours, beyond what is theirs.

Politics has a destined outcome as well as a designed process. Correctness on the part of politics will never cease to be. Fardom is ever only really genuine when political correctness is astray from its signified course. Political correctness will drag fardom to closeness again as often as it appears. Meanwhile it remains on point every time.

Picking up trash and finding treasures.

Picking up treasures and finding gifts.

Picking up gifts and finding friends.

Picking up friends and finding places.

Picking up places and finding magic.

Picking up magic and finding knowledge.

Picking up knowledge and finding wisdom.

Picking up wisdom and finding food.

Picking up food and finding spirit.

Picking up spirit and finding meaning.

Picking up meaning and finding art.

Picking up art and finding work.

Picking up work and finding pay.

Picking up pay and finding infinity.

Picking up infinity and finding semantics.

Picking up semantics and finding dialects.

Picking up dialects and finding language.

Picking up language and finding communication.

Picking up communication and finding media.

Picking up media and finding press.

Picking up press and finding release.

Picking up release and finding the past.

Picking up the past and finding the future.

Picking up the future and finding the present.

I use the right word, if you are here wondering where your comic book is.

I thought I was dying when I sang a song about dying.

Moss.

Madjinn:

Tasty.