Uncommemorated

Be that a word or not, I really don't care - well ... I do. Yeah, that was a lie. I do care whether that was a word or not. Whether my grammar is correct or not. But I like to act like I don't - more so, in order to deflect or prevent any criticisms before they are levied against me and my words. A preventative measure, eh? Interesting - never actually looked at it that way. Apparently, I am so fearful ... or perhaps we all are to varying extents, of our words being whittled away to nothingness. To a greater point when all one has are the weak statements in one's head.

This blog was born on the 24th of November last year - when my curiosity for this whole blogging thing finally overcame my weak consciousness and I was sucked into the web of global obscurity all for that shot at being famous with at least one other person around. Well, more than one. But I'm keeping my goals "realistic" now. ;D

I wake and sleep. Rise and fall. Fall. Fall. And fall some more. It's a deep hole with no end in sight. There's plenty of light as I see time and space distort and the fall seems to slow down at times, the illusion of stopping crosses my consciousness - lulling me into a false sense of security before I realise that I've only increased the speed of the drop. Accelerated the journey to the bottom. WIth greater acceleration comes greater force and impact at the time of landing at the bottom. Tis it'll be ever longer before I can pick myself up and heal, if at all.

Ovaries. And Liver. Two words that are far too underused in everyday communication. The comic potential of Liver alone should make it a staple of normal conversation. And Ovaries - don't get me started on the complexity and glory of the word. Forgetting the association with body parts, these are great words - up there with Spleen as the unknown words. They're like Pariahs of the english language - they are there, but hardly ever used. A bit of a damn shame really. I mean to change that, for my part at least. I shall be a pioneer - a freedom fighter for words of great import that are treated no better than words like bauble (which is an awful word, when you really get down and think about it).

Aorta has potential for use, but it has no comical value. And therein lies its downfall for the time being. Perhaps after some time has passed, when a word need not have comic value to be used.

Till my eyes can remain open without shutting involuntarily due to a desire to sleep.