Language comes later
to pervert them.
Life then becomes
a wordy epitaph.
Dingo the Dissident
THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions in the Armpit of Diogenes by DINGO the DISSIDENT binge-thinker since February 2008.
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1 comment:
"A wordy epitaph" is synecdoche and, like all figures of speech, a strain on what we call logic, but a flower of what we call truth. Keep writing.
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