its me and the pronoun 'you' in my writings against the rest of the world

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its me and the pronoun 'you' in my writings against the rest of the world
*multiplies you by 1*
Ach im the exact same but a process has occurred
I'm thinking about this post and i have decided that it is one of those things that is a poem in some undefinable way
Virginia Woolf, in a letter to Edward Sackville-West, written c. September 1926, from The letters of Virginia Woolf : Vol. III, 1923-1928
Sulfur combusts on contact with air to create stunning blue lava-like rivers of light in the Kawah Ijen crater on the island of Java | Ph: Olivier Grunewald
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Some AAVE speakers pluralize 'child' as 'childrens'. People get racist about this ("It's already plural!"), but 'children' actually comes from Middle English speakers doing the same thing: slapping their plural marker on word already pluralized by an extinct plural marker.
To oversimplify: in Old English, 'childer' ('ċildra') was the plural of 'child' ('ċild'). Middle English developed an '-en' plural marker, which we see in 'oxen'. Instead of updating to 'childen', people slapped their preferred '-en' onto the end of 'childer' - so now we have 'child-er-en'. AAVE carries on this tradition with 'child-er-en-s'.
"Pure" language is just impurity obscured by the passage of time.
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— James Baldwin, They Can’t Turn Back
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fleurentcue, On Sentimental Value and on How it brought me closer to my house
fleurentcue, On Sentimental Value and on How it brought me closer to my house
fleurentcue, On Sentimental Value and on How it brought me closer to my house
fleurentcue, On Sentimental Value and on How it brought me closer to my house
fleurentcue, On Sentimental Value and on How it brought me closer to my house
Fleurentcue, On Sentimental Value and on How it brought me closer to my house
Reflections on the film, and the blurry line of art between my life
Fleurentcue, On Sentimental Value and on How it brought me closer to my house