Words

Words.. are the window to the soul. 

I love how simple they can be, 

yet encrypt an immense population of savage syllables and concoct cleverly creative combinations of contractions and continuity. 

So listen to this next sentence as it bubbles up in my belly and travels up through my throat and escapes out of my esophagus. Over the silver of my quick tongue and out of these latitudinal lips that hunger to be heard. 

These same lips inscribe incendiary inscriptions- because i can light up entire crowds with just one word... 

BOOM! goes the dynamite! Listen to the witty word play as it lights a fire in your mind, blowing up your need to read like lighting C4 laced with napalm and nitroglycerine. 

Throwing great grammar like hand grenades. Artillery lined up with alliteration. Our biological dictionaries are in a perpetual play of a world war two word war game. 

This maniacal mixing pot of language is the reason why my mind's a Mary Magdoline of mad melodies and menage e trois, boiling and brewing. Pieces of the literation leaves a-lit-narration. Wonderful Rhythms of a wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube man flinging facetious fallacies

this is easy, like i graduated bakers school with the highest GPA- Grains Per Average_ and ill be making major bread, but it wont be sour-dough. Yes, highest in the class, ill be "Hon-or Roll."

I love words. And i want you know know the acronym of why i love words-

maybe its the wittiness of the word play. Oh! Or the omnipotent affects of onomatopoeia open doors just like the doctor, drilling rhetorical romanticism into your minds with sonic screwdrivers- the diction being he remnants of an unused mind. but this dalek wants to EXTERMINATE the ignorance of the unused mind. 

get it through your thick cranium that words can bring sick pleasure like superman shooting u with kryptonite and humans with meth and uranium. 

Hotter then the hottest cold, so bring a sleeveless jacket. please don't let language go more unread then the directions on a kool-aid packet. 

but you wouldn't know that. 

You wouldn't know how addictive the heroine in the story is- crack plot crack rocks boiling in your arm, mmm. this feeling is amazing

Language- is amazing. and as easy to read as watching a pollen stained bumble in the breeze- A-Bee-C?

I hope that wasnt as confusing as finding out that the letters between K and O were more than one letter- but thats L-M-N-tary.

We know almost every word; every symbol; every syllable.

but in a world that has something new to say every day, do you want to know what my favorite word is... 

Silence.