Sunday, November 23, 2014

fishing for words

My mind is not vast, but it is deep.
Strange things live down there and are rarely seen. They thrive on the dregs of the sunlit ecosystem above, without ever needing to announce their presence.
An occasional mass of tentacles washed up on shore, or a flash of bio-luminescence from the depths, are the only glimpses the world gets to enjoy.

This is what happens when I try to justify to myself why I'm not very good at word games like crosswords or anything where you have to come up with synonyms in a hurry. So apparently my using a thesaurus is akin to trawling the Mariana Trench with a drag net.

Here, have a mer-squirrel to break up the pretentiousness.

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