Expression Denied.

The character of contemporary American English has been so frequently splayed on the surgeon's table by Dr. Academia  that I am afraid to speak it. Dare I part my quibbling lips to release some statement upon Glee, or the weather?

My name is Alex. I like fruit drinks. I like pretty sunsets and things that start off jagged and end up soft. Pretty girls are visually stimulating, but girls that aren't pretty are prettier inside. Usually. When dogs salivate excessively during an unprovoked barking fit, I get scared. They are lubricating their mouths to eat me.

And so it goes, endlessly, in the manner of barest expression. I'm afraid in the interest of brevity, for I am terrified of articulating naturally lest I be bludgeoned over the head, that I appeal to succinct bohemian phrases.


If you want to talk, talk.
If you want to say "dexterity" and not "ability", or say "utilize" instead of "use", go ahead.
Language is the world's longest ongoing thought experiment. Just sit back and watch it.