The world is full of four eyed right handed academic skanks, with a fresh cardboard box and generous supply of duct tape ready to correct you at any moment. But the genius transcends all that. He is the fifth horseman, the bringer of grammatical disillusionment, ready to suck the honey from the hives of your bourgeois spelling bees. Your box will not hold together in the rain of the postmodern era. People will lean to grunt and moan in poetry that the sages of the past could never construct from their worn out dictionaries.
Language is at an end.
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