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What are Words For?

What are Words For? - 2008-07-25 10:04


“What are words for, when no one listens anymore?”
Missing Persons

Well, weapons for one thing.

You can set up people with them, beat them over the head when they are not looking, ambush, defend, overrun – even toy with them like a cat with a half dead mouse. Used correctly, words can make a person cry like a baby.

You can also use them to construct a reality. “If A is A, and B is B then obviously, C is the correct result.” You just have to frame the argument in the right way. The power comes in the frame.
“Obama is a smoker, smoking is a mental disorder – do we really want a crazy person with their hand on the trigger?” Stuff like that – repeated over and over by the authority of the media through TV anchormen and other god like toads of the ether. I think the new term for this is ‘Swift boating.
You can yell just the right word in a crowd and get a panic.

You can throw them casually up in the air to see where they land, maybe to draw attention towards you, or maybe push attention away to cover a major life slip
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You can use them on your dog to get funny dog faces, or the type of adoration that makes strong men cringe.

You can buy them on a card, add some flowers and get a blow job at certain times of the lunar cycle.

You make them stand for everything, then put people in jail for using them in amusing ways that don’t amuse you.

You can build temples around them and let people in for free, if you want.

You can shred them and use them for insulation in houses.

You can tie them, along with a tin can, to the tail of a cat, then get stoned and watch TV until the cat surprises you somehow.

Even if no one listens, there are many uses for words. Sometimes, however, they are important because they are true and need to be said. Sometimes you just can’t help it – they are in you and you have to get them out before they melt you into glue and bone.






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