What else might she be proud, France? Pride in what other than cheese? This is the only size that can recognize the country of France: the cheese. Myself as speaking, I consider such matters: in the process of cheese making, still unknown to the directory, still undefined and not battalion, pulp refining sum, but even cheese. Charles de Gaulle Airport, wondering "how to govern a country where there are three hundred and sixty five varieties of cheese ?, "Has never seen himself as a cheese. In any case openly. But what good French n'estoit not the other way, and general dough she had to look different that cheese?
cheese is me, France is me! Angry, angry're cheese! For if the ends are born crumbled some heads, as it is true, so are born Speaking of head, already well-fed cheese as much as language, it is no less true that I aspired to myself fromagéité a full fromagéité.
me, that is to say Klacan Jah, know from the first cry of this kind that are born, being conceived and formulated by some talking head, big as it was, and full of sounds and symbols for various things in the world, it m'enfanta by language, know that yes, what are the son of noggin and noggin stuffed full of bits of disparate things called words and language training, which made us be born by way of mouth, through which passes and language cheese. If so here is the face skull which are fruits, any tinkering with things of mouth, trembling of the tongue and enjoying his own fromagéité, then it's just that I also longed to turn this: a full fromagéité.
And you my guy, where is thy fromagéité? As you enjoy? Your anger, did you plot the whole entire map? Have you folded the pocket? Have you gone through all states of fromagéité all strata of the wheel of Gruyere language? Have you cheesy phrasing in the thickness? Have you surveyed its yards, did you fathom his acres, have you established the idiom that would be an act verbance language of France, which guarantees fromagéité? Have you built a yurt? Have you yurt language?
For in what does the bottom are, if not yurt language ? This thing cast in my cheese formed in my language, cheesy in my word!
merde / Someone
words crawl and fruit growing,
and fruit fall, as falls silent!
That the words crawl beneath the fruit gently suspended
their bellies united with the mute earth!
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