The pluggandisp of pluggandisp

There's no one quite like Derrida
And I'm sure you will agree
He's old enough to be a grandpa
But he keeps trying to write philosophy

There's no one quite like grandma
Don't let a bad word be said
Yet she's been seeming ever calmer
Which isn't surprising 'cos she's dead.

Mr Jebbly Wally. Esquisho ££@{fish}

a) This sentence is not self-enacting, but no wait a minute! Yes it is!
b) This sentence contradicts itself — except — no it doesn't!
c) This gubblick contains several non-sklarkish English flutzpahs, but the overfall pluggandisp can be glorked from context.

"So what is the pluggandisp of pluggandisp?" (Saussure). [sosýR]

"Horrible hell-mangles!" screamed Arthur. "What's happen-ping?"

"Sum-text is fleebing my avocado and cauliflower dip." His mind was afflicted by words for which no concepts had yet proved necessary. "Rampant referents! For God's sake don't think!" But it was too late. With a small armadillo, God appeared. The armadillo was called Matthew Aristotle. But this was only important to him, and when. And whatsoever.

OR HERE! ORE HEAR! AWE HAIR!