Words, no words, tears and smiles
Today’s word boys and girls is subversive
subversive
adj : in opposition to a civil authority or government [syn: insurgent,
seditious]
n : a radical supporter of political or social revolution [syn:
revolutionist, revolutionary, subverter]
Subversive \Sub*ver”sive\, a. [Cf. F. subversif.]
Tending to subvert; having a tendency to overthrow and ruin.
Lying is a vice subversive of the very ends and design
of conversation.
That doesn’t sound very nice… maybe I should stop adding that word to my personal warning label. What? you don’t come with a personal warning label? That’s not very practical, or fair… sorry, I’m trying to revolutionize how we label ourselves, to ourselves, and to others, does that make me subversive? Or the fact that I tell people that I’m subervise and it’s on my warning label… when such label actually doesn’t really exist. It’s all so complicated really. So lets just hurry on over the word of the today, and on to other less potentially upsetting matters.
Here are some fun definitions of some fun words that my Dad sent to me via his internet connection of joke sharing buddies. What the internet brought to him was primarily I think a better version of the Encyclopedia Britannica that used to be in our basement, and more joke material than he collects at his daily morning time swim with the other subversive goldy oldies taking a sweat break in the sauna. I’m sure lots of useful other things too. I know he reads this on occasion, so I mean no disrespect, If there is any it’s not personal, I’m particularly disrespectful of most things at this precise moment, late night, and three days sleep deprived, and running on that particular eupohoric mix of endorphins I get from ‘new love’. Falling in love with the boy, and spending two nights in a row sharing a bed (no naughty details!) has lead to alot of giddy silly passionate disspassionate muddled bizarre emotional yet fun perceptions of myself and the world as it seems in the moment, now, which is, as I’ve just mentioned very subjectively -subverted- by the context in which it finds itself to be. Have we lost one another yet? Good, if you’re confused, you now know exactly where I’m coming from!
Anyways… onto more word play, and the unknown source of the following sent via my Daddy number one, the bio one, not my Daddy number two, the one that spanks me now, and I like it! Wolfe, not my boy… though the babe has is a wolfish cub indeed.
Ugh… I just read over that, either save yourself and stop reading now, or read it when you’re already confused and it might make more sense.
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Word Play
The Washington Post’s Style Invitational once again asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition. Here are the 2003 winners:
(see the original source was right there in the email, I had only just ignored it till now, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to back and edit just to make it easier journal reading for you!… if you’ve read anything else in here, and haven’t heard it yet, I don’t edit these things, I just vomit them up whole)
1. Intaxication: Euphoria at getting a tax refund, which lasts until you realize it was your money to start with.
2. Reintarnation: Coming back to life as a hillbilly.
3. Bozone (n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.
4. Foreploy: Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid.
5. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period.
6. Giraffiti: Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.
7. Sarchasm: The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn’t get it.
8. Inoculatte: To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.
9. Hipatitis: Terminal coolness.
10. Osteopornosis: A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)
11. Karmageddon: It’s like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it’s like, a serious bummer.
12. Decafalon (n.): The gruelling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.
13. Glibido: All talk and no action.
14. Dopeler effect: The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.
15. Arachnoleptic fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you’ve accidentally walked through a spider web.
16. Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.
17. Caterpallor (n.): The colour you turn after finding half a grub in the fruit you’re eating.
And the pick of the literature:
18. Ignoranus: A person who’s both stupid and an asshole.
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Well there you go.
Well, The other effect of my personal chemical mind fuck is that I’ve spent most of this evening in tears, not really crying, and not sad, I’m a person that gets ’sleepy’ tears, watery eyes when they’re really tired. That and spending some time letting my emotional guard get all sloppy while in the process of and in around letting another person ‘in’ has lead to major leakage. Gee, you might think from that last sentence that I have ‘boundaries’ unfortunately, they are more like crumbly walls and lots of escher style staircases, you know the ones that switch direction on you… if you haven’t got an escher definition in your head, you probably have a harry potter one, which isn’t quite as nice, but will do in a pinch. At any rate… when you wander around in my head you can never be entirely certain where you’re going to end up.
Smiles, because I am happy, and for a depressed person, I haven’t been letting myself cry enough, been holding back on myself emotionally, and being in love has made me a) less depressed feeling though b) crying more. Though happy and mixed feeling weepy fits could also be attributed to what is the equivelent of intense sleep deprivation for a Leila, which seems to need approx 10 hours a night to function most of the time. Which would explain the dizziness and nausea.
So why am I sitting here writing this when I should be in bed you say?!
Good point.
Good night!
XO
Leila.
PS, Love you all my babes in the woods.
I want to write to poetry, but my brain would burst, one or two are probably gestating though.