Napid day isn’t it? Quite a ristan in the surmentate. It was brackid this morning but the moistess came later. Do you think the zincan flavid days are here?
[sup]With thanks to “The Compleat Practical Joker”[/sup]
Please submit your own favorite passages of double talk. Let’s also include such wacky refrents as Richardsnary for dictionary and the like.
laugh
“Oh shit, I’m in over my head here…”
ducking and running for the door
Although some would believe that the concept of double talk must invariably contain nonsensical words, such as the erudite phrasings of incoherent madmen, utterly monosyllabic grunts in gutters filled with jagged, broken bottles and the grime of city-dwelling snobs, there are also those who would believe that such idiocy is better left in large institutions where brawny nurses engage in strange treatments for odd and varied brain afflictions that can’t be described in terms of the general layman, whose faculties are too small in the larger sense of forms. That is to say, when such forms, being as they might, or as they are, or, sometimes, as they should be, will often turn and wheel on their masters, sometimes even biting the hand that would lovingly stroke the head that is usually serene or not. Eventually, we reach the conclusion that if such things as these, not being wordless, or even verbless or nounless, can communicate such wisdom to intemperate legions, then we shall find solace in the cold grey hole of knowledge, despite the fact that it reeks from the stench of burning tires and rotten eggs.
In total, I would just like to say that, while I do not have any particular favorite quote that is, of itself, something that someone else might have considered in passing or elsewhere, I wonder if such a thread as this might provide an outlet, nay, a stream, from which flows forth a creativity of that which might otherwise find some larger purpose or state of consciousness drifting in seas of maelstroms, powerful in their conception, and deadly in their striking virtue whence from they found a origin of clearness and beauty.
mrblue, you aren’t by any chance an English major, are you?
No, I found that such literary accomplishments need not be limited in scope or nature by the wandering vacillations of supercilious, well-aged goats that prey upon the dreams of youthful exuberance and crunch the fatuous existence of reticent pupils in their fascination of pages and words leaking across margins and lives, like so many Faulkneresque novels and trashy love stories with plump young virgins and strapping longshoremen of questionable character. Rather, in the grander schemes of concept and pretense, I strove to find such greater and loftier pursuits in such realms as would suit these hands which fingers would reach out and grasp such fine and lovely things that came in view, and, in so doing, the mind which, controlling in highest regards, did so likely fill with a vapor in tempered dissolutions, came full circle in ultimate finality and terrific perfection.
.korw ot kcab teG .epoD thgiartS no eht emit hcum oot dneps uoY .foorp si sihT