These are my thoughts. They are for me. For the me now, and the me to be.
I don't always make sense, and I like living that way.

Friday, February 11, 2011

Thesaurus, Thesauruses, Thesauri

I have a synonym infatuation.
and I am so happy with this infatuation.
Not like I am with my infatuation of hanging on to past relationships or with food or with ginger-headed boys that are a waste of my time.
or with the puke shade of green.

No, this infatuation is adequate.
My homepage on the internet is thesaurus.com, and I am absolutely fascinated with finding words for words.



For instance, SYNONYM is INTERCHANGEABLE with the word INTERCHANGEABLENESS.
That word is such a mouthfull, interchangeableness.
Having said that, I hope that for a day you relish the beautiful words flowing from your gout.
Really listen to the art you are currently making with these consonants and intermixed vowels we call language.


And on that note, I bid you adieu.

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