I think I want to write a paper on the subtle potency of the tautology in "yeshtu rateu" (yeshtu?=how much?-in Kannada), and publish it for some eyeballs in some impotent medium like an oestrogen-ramping organization's journal.
Oh, hell, yeah, I feel like doing that. Just like that.
A person of circumstance sounds oh-so-varicose;
You need an answer? I'm going to give you pre-fabricated trash.
You need a solution? "Fuck off."
You mean business? "You've started talking."
You say dollars? I'm counting Yen.
You pay for whores? I pay for charlatans.
You'll be Co-op farming? I surrender.
Can I trust you on my business always? Upon your involuntary bodily functions, as ever, you may.
Will you take me away? I'm an ascetic, you're a misfit.
I've begged you? No, bugged.
You mean business? I've no better option.
What's the business, though? ...
[ I wanted to stop with the first three lines of forward but then the forward-reverse thing got built. ]