I have seen these marshes a thousand times, yet each time they're new. It's wrong to call them benign. You could just as well call them cruel and senseless, they are all of those things, but the reality of them overwhelms halfway conceptions.
-Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
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Words. He had a list of words. Weird words, like auric and bumbledom and chimera. Words like cachinnation and doryphore and epicaricacy. He looked down the list and sighed. There was one fucked up word after fucked up word in alphabetical order all the way down to zephyr at the end.
Jesus wept.
Heh, he saw a word in the middle of the list: lethologica. It meant something about not remembering, of all things, the right word! Sheeit! That was him all over! Why, oh why did he have to be the lucky one to draw the odious task of Writing Something with this (ah! He saw his chance!) kerfluffle (and another one bites the dust!) of jejune words. Ha! But he knew the reason! It was that…that…virago! That…yeah, hell yeah (Take that!) that xanthippe that challenged him yesternight to get off his ass and on his feet and put something down.
Damn.
Rive. That’s what she was trying to do! To tear him apart! To usurp what little intellect he had into this nihilistic exercise that usually wasn’t a problem when his Muse made her mutational visits to him. But…but this was night! He should be in bed and not sitting up trying to corral this insane scree of bullshit words assigned him that he was certain would be an incondite ramble of fuliginous old…
Words.
He groaned aloud “what to do?”
Words.
Pilgarlic. He studied that one. Heh, he scratched his head and thought how there was another one that was him all over. And…quidnunc. That was most definitely NOT him all over. And…and he for DAMN sure wasn’t no hobbledehoy! Maybe once upon a time years ago when he lounged fishing under some summertime weeping willow but no more! Not with the Godspeed of the calendar pages that had so robbed his youth.
No!
Now he just filled his days passing away more time writing down…
Words.