h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

here's some prose:

My birth is but a remembrance of older times. My name is forgotten. It started with an "A". But know I am called a different name. Now my name is









SUPERCOW !!!

Know also that now, my only friend's my pillow.

nelmezzodelcamm
indinostravitan
elmezzodelcammi
ndinostravitane
lmezzodelcammin
dinostravitamir
itrovaiperunase
lvaoscura------

Oh no! here I go strange again. Well, bye to all for another week or two.

Mathematical language
Is the child of remote age.
Since then it has so much grown
Until some truths it has shown:
Numbers' proprieties,
Demonstrations so formal,
Ensembles' qualities,
Reality *that* normal...
Still maths would be criticised
Tactfully or not much so
And its madness piccolo
Nonetheless swiftly upsized.
Do learn first this language, please
Inflect your voice to match it
Now if you, though without ease,
Got to good remarks, say it.

Please don't explain me that you're sad,
I know how it is.
Don't share those feelings, just throw them out on me
I'll understand...
Be glad, a bit mad, it's so funny to live,
Sounds plain silly.
But ask a cuccini, it'll tell you.
For vegetables are wise
(a bit)

Yeah, right. Cuccini...
Stay hip.

The savage look of emptiness
exhilarating from my eyes
startled me yesterday, or the day before
as I saw typolifi in the mirror.
'It's not me!', I thought then
'It's some persona incognita,
'the body of a boy
'the features of unrest on his face,
'the sign of a total lack of:
' - something;
' - confidence;
' - goal;
' - me.'

A funny marvelling it was.
But today I know WHAT I'm here for,
thought I wouldn't trust myself explaining IT for me.

Just exchanged a lack of confidence for another.