My boy Donavan just posted something that involved being clever, and the comment that one particularly cute sweet cheeks made got me thinking… We broke the English language.
Every word used to have a meaning. Sentences had structure. Grammar wasn’t a list of laws, but rather a blue print. My personal beef is with vocabulary. The word clever, for example. Here is the muse for my following rant. Read the comments. Go on, I’ll wait.
Vocabulary is either in need of a revolution, or a dictatorship. Everyone making old words have new meanings negates the previous meaning of the word. Example, I am gay and queer. No, I’m not homosexual. I just happen to be unusual and happy. See what I mean? Those were two perfectly good words to describe myself thrown out the window because they now have something to do with where I’d like to stick my penis… although in hindsight, you could use queer for describing where I’d… anyhow…
The word clever mentioned in his post is what got me thinking, what’s wrong with being clever? Nothing, it’s just the current meaning that’s been tacked on to this innocent bystander. I have been described as clever, too. That’s another one down the drain. Pretty soon I’m going to have to start making up words to describe myself. Until then, I’m a cold whale penis cool dork.
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