RE TEXTING AS NEW DIALECT:
Texting
changing the face of the language. (I abbrev w the besta them), but God I love
the voluptuousness of words in full. Voluptuous
being a great eg of onomatopeia.
Bette Midler
on the radio, on Billie and Simone and TLC, too, along with Fats Waller. 'What a world,' she says. 'I shake my head
all day.'
TY minor
&/or major gods/goddesses for:
Libraries
and radio, music and dancing, brilliant
comrades & crackling dialogue, sometimes even in real life --
For sweet,
long kisses that are their own vocabulary, for the sudden bolt of recognition
when you meet some seemingly unassuming human being, and realize: (thank you, INXS)
you're one a
my.
…Tribe!
Lookit
that. Dam 'puter capped that last
word. Where was the period prompting
that? Do not like being re-styled by
some prim English teacher from app. days yore stuck in the system.
TESTING
TESTING TESTING:
Go fuck
yourself.
OK
well. At least it didn't change it to
duck yourself.
Lately,
saying the words as I type them. Hear 'em
in my head anyway. But still; c'est
etrange. Estrange. Estrangement.
THERE'S a word for ya.
Whoever y'are.
Is this a
blog?
I'm thinking
yes.
If so,
surely it should end anytime now.
Any time.
Now.
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