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Fuck words!

okay, sorry.  "words fail me." is that better?

Thats "what they say" isn't it?

Don't you think I know that I have a problem? What in the hell do you think I've been searching for?! Words... ya words... And that fucking giant ass book from Oxford was supposed to help, right? ... of course...

Have you actually even read that?

Damn right I read the whole thing! A few times... all it did was give me more to be disappointed with and if you FUCKING Say "With which to be disappointed" I swear to God I'll rip you're tongue out!

Ya, well, what good does learning do if just makes you realize how little you know?

I mean, what the hell did TS Elliot or James Fucking Joyce have that I don't!? Genius or not, its the same fucking buncha words! Why do THEY get to be able to express themselves so well, while those without the grasp on how do so flail about in literary obscurity.  I just... *exhale*...

I just feel trapped, ya know? I go through these books with thousands of words and its all the same.  Definitions are all about making words simpler so that they can be understood.  Well where is the book that tells you how to use words to say something that words by themselves aint got? sorry... don't got.  Ya know what I mean though? Its all just words explained by using more words... Its as useless as trying to define God.

Its like drowning... like if you were underwater and your lungs are on fire, and you have this need, this exigency, this acute crisis of climactic obligation, this urgency for air.  No matter how many fancy words you use, will it ever truly represent the feeling of such an unbearable immersive asphyxiation?

I need... so badly, so intensely, so insufferably, to release this!

I crave... I guess that better suits it.  I desire! no, not enough...

I hunger... that's closest.  still not enough...

Right now, I feel as if all this has just made me more explicitly frustrated at my inability to show you how frustrated I am... that, for all I know, I could spend the rest of my life rummaging through dictionaries and famous literature, in every language this earth has seen, and still never be able to tell you how much I love you.

Please... I just need you.

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Fuck words!

okay, sorry.  "words fail me." is that better?

Thats "what they say" isn't it?

Don't you think I know that I have a problem? What in the hell do you think I've been searching for?! Words... ya words... And that fucking giant ass book from Oxford was supposed to help, right? ... of course...

Have you actually even read that?

Damn right I read the whole thing! A few times... all it did was give me more to be disappointed with and if you FUCKING Say "With which to be disappointed" I swear to God I'll rip you're tongue out!

Ya, well, what good does learning do if just makes you realize how little you know?

I mean, what the hell did TS Elliot or James Fucking Joyce have that I don't!? Genius or not, its the same fucking buncha words! Why do THEY get to be able to express themselves so well, while those without the grasp on how do so flail about in literary obscurity.  I just... *exhale*...

I just feel trapped, ya know? I go through these books with thousands of words and its all the same.  Definitions are all about making words simpler so that they can be understood.  Well where is the book that tells you how to use words to say something that words by themselves aint got? sorry... don't got.  Ya know what I mean though? Its all just words explained by using more words... Its as useless as trying to define God.

Its like drowning... like if you were underwater and your lungs are on fire, and you have this need, this exigency, this acute crisis of climactic obligation, this urgency for air.  No matter how many fancy words you use, will it ever truly represent the feeling of such an unbearable immersive asphyxiation?

I need... so badly, so intensely, so insufferably, to release this!

I crave... I guess that better suits it.  I desire! no, not enough...

I hunger... that's closest.  still not enough...

Right now, I feel as if all this has just made me more explicitly frustrated at my inability to show you how frustrated I am... that, for all I know, I could spend the rest of my life rummaging through dictionaries and famous literature, in every language this earth has seen, and still never be able to tell you how much I love you.

Please... I just need you.