Fun with language

"….I'm over the moon for the lads today, they worked really hard and hopefully we can kick on from there."

I'm embarrassed when you won't meet and quite possibly you're embarrassed you didn't kick on.

But I love it when we meet because your language didn't kick on and your "guff", the direct reference to smell, was not that but a word, but it was millions of parents emptying their mowers into the compost heap, unimaginable death brought upon blades of grass and millions of children once again thinking back, weeping at the smell of it, but it was not that; you are the ghost of lingual past and your talk reminds me.