On Webster.com you can watch words that people are looking up. There are some good ones! I've decided to entertain myself with making up a little story with some of the words.
The drunkard's withered neck stretched above his collar as he plodded down the big-city street littered with pamphlets from the strip club on the next block.
His existence was chilled by tenacious misery This bore no similarity to the plans he had made as a callow youth. The jazz music he had once played on the radio, now played in his mind in a mocking scream. It was a hateful interpretation of the grand conceptualizations he had creating of being common, normal, "beige". What had become of the dream of the exalted position of the middle-class, perspicacious egoist? Where was the hope that had been assumed all those years ago?
Now, trudging toward one last place to carouse with others as near to the existential apocalypse as he was, the thought of having wanted a genteel existence dumbfounded him. Proving his fealties to a syndicate of jug-eared administrators would depress, shove him back into the ranks of those condemned to see blackbirds as pestilence and disease.
He continued on, past locks and snecks that would not open for him and prepared to abuse his liver. He was fine, enjoying the disharmony his place in a world that reveled in manumitting of people like him from predicaments like his.
Posted by dotty at January 24, 2005 11:52 PM