Vox Nihili

I turned a year older, but still none the wiser.

A couple of years ago, I may have looked more like a donut. But since then, a spotty prune I have become.

Very often I can’t enunciate properly, making what I to want to convey unfathomable. Even more so when I’m tired, or when I’m cold.

Just today alone…

- “Where is the cansion pash cosh?” (pension cash cost)

- “I didn’t know you speak a-rabbit” (arabic)

- “reconsious..reconsil…re-con-ci-li-a-tion”

And the unavoidable…

- “Do you want some crips…criiisp..argh! chips.”

I just saw Fitna. And I’m affected.