To think of a thought I must of thunk of thinking

I should really do more of these long titles, of either hardly but a few words for the overwhelming force of their implications, or the insane ramblings I love to spin. Both drive the point home while at the same time, utterly destroy the delicate fabrics of the English Language.

Thy dear English, how doth thine writing rape thou so?

Language sucks, its full of words and jargons that mean next to nothing, when in reality half of the words in the dictionary, mean the same thing as each other.

So just what IS a dictionary, but an insurmountable amount of bounded text, full to the brim papers, supporting itself for importance through pitiful synonyms, destined to unite the entirety of the book through inbred words.

F'ing Fucking Dictionary...f'ing fucking English language.

Maybe it should take a lesson from Latin and go die already. Cause we all know, just like artists, once you're dead, you're drop dead sexy and everyone wants more of you.