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Esculent

esculent -- carrots, celery, tomatoes... but wait, those don't fit the category! i understand the seeds define the classification but i still link tomatoes to the salads they decorate more than to the fruits they pass in the street. am i strange that i see divisions between objects? they're both edible -- shouldn't they be equivalent? but they're not. two things may be interchangeable but they're not identical. just because both fill the same blank doesn't mean they fill it the same way. different clothes for a different man.

Esculent

esculent / ES-kyuh-luhnt \  noun: Something edible, especially a vegetable.   esculent / ES-kyuh-luhnt \ adjective : Suitable for use as food; edible.   Carol's taste in men -- heretofore limited to muscle-bound athletes -- experienced a culinary upset when a vegan Adonis moved into the neighborhood. He was truly esculent!

furcate

furcate / FUR-keyt \ verb : To form a fork; branch. furcate / FUR-keyt \ adjective : Forked; branching. Observing her brothers from her bedroom window, Sam lamented the superfluous furcations of her family tree. She was confident that a forthcoming nut shot video shoot would correct this oversight, effectively removing her siblings from the gene pool.

appertain

no chains hold me here but i appertain to you all the same. by signing our names side-by-side, we've both agreed to share ourselves with one another. you are my keeper and i, as yours, plan to push you toward your dreams (but not too hard) and pull when i need you close (but not so often you 're forever exiled from solitude). a see-saw, giving and taking through ups and downs, i hope to share the work and the play for all time.

appertain

appertain / ap-er-TEYN\ verb : To belong as a part, right, possession or attribute. Kristie stepped onto the school bus and excitedly took a seat in the back row. She had waited a long time to claim the benefits appertaining to a sixth grader and was now ready to mount her throne.

profluent

life is not a babbling brook or profluent river reaching for the sea; it is more a waterfall, splashing upon rocks and wasting of itself to drop to lower heights. it is a rapid, violently attacking any who dare cross its path. it's true: there are short spans of tranquil waves where the only ripples are made by waterbugs on the surface but nothing is so mutable as the current of existence.

Profluent

profluent / PROF-loo-uhnt \ adjective : Flowing smoothly or abundantly forth. Gretel was shocked at the profluent water gushing from the rusty pump at the old well. She jumped back and laughed with childish glee as it splashed onto her knees.

Oracular

wisdom lies in chaos -- a fact i've learned by my waning naivete across the axis of time. the more trouble i endure, the less it troubles me. all things come and go with the wind -- be it light whisper or hurricane -- and all i can do is stand my ground as it softly whistles in my ear or bursts my eardrums. am i a sapling, torn from the earth after germination or am i more invested in the earth i occupy? i am content, today, to be a dandelion, giving of myself to enrich the world around me.

Oracular

oracular / aw-RAK-yuh-ler\ , adjective : 1. Ambiguous; obscure. 2. Of the nature of, resembling, or suggesting an oracle. 3. Giving forth utterances or decisions as if by special inspiration or authority. 4. Uttered or delivered as if divinely inspired or infallible; sententious. 5. Portentous; ominous. Sometimes I suspect sentences encased in fortune cookies are assembled in the same random way as Dada poetry with the same oracular effect. Wisdom lies in chaos, it seems.

schism

did i cause it? my nethers: are they responsible for the division? maybe i should be less obtuse. by playing both sides was i causing a rift? maybe i am equally suited for both but i made my choice -- perhaps i did so without fully considering the other side and yes, i didn't have the opportunity to examine you when he was filling my vision but i need to accept the choice i made even if there were unexplored options. there will always be lands i haven't seen but i got greedy? or did my curiosity just get outside of the bag it was allotted? i want my puzzle piece to align with your own; at the same i know my piece has been aligned with another for eternity. so we're both going our own ways but you need to stop looking at him with those eyes and i need to stop looking you you with any eyes. i feel presumptuous when i think i made such an impact but at the same how couldn't i? you were vulnerable despite having been away from your lady for so long.

continuing

he's in the other room and my eyes are closed even though they should be looking ahead of me my closest friend is 500 miles away and i feel like the lack of estrogen coded to my own is making me miserable. though, to be fair, miserable is not the word. i don't know that a definition exists to explain the lack of lack. i don't have anything to want but i want it anyway. it was only two months (was it that? did it truly happen or was yesterday someone else's past?) i feel like i need to cover my tracks but if feel like doing so would camouflage who i am i am weak and not because i am a woman; i am weak because i breathe and i must rely on inorganic molecules to survive. how strange that the organisms that rule everything are so ruled by everything. God only knows that i am devoid of purpose or do not admit to knowing it. if i had your contact information i would contact you and then be upset at your lack of response you don't give a shit (a

It sucks

it sucks that i think about you when i know i shouldn't. you're a waste of my time and don't give a shit about my time. and yet i think about you nonetheless. natheless, if my smart blog had a say in the matter. why do you occupy my thoughts when you've not occupied my life for a single second this past month. has it only been a month? i seem to have lost the grains of sand that represent your time away or perhaps my own. i tell myself it's just concern for a fellow human -- are you alive? are you well? what's new? surely any stranger could pose these questions. but i'm me and you're you. and i can't help but phantasize about what could have been or could be. my mind is an open book and the pages all blank and the only pen is held in my own fingers and God only knows if you have any concern flowing from your side of the abyss I could very well be talking to a black hole and you're not listening anyway so what does the receiver&

Liege

how can i be liege to my heart when its rhythm shifts without warning, responding to instinctual impulses that threaten to overcome the established hierarchy? the collar 'round my tiny finger marks me his, but is it enough? any good animal tamer knows that i a cage or collar need not be too restrictive, as such means of control establish a monarchy rather than a mutual agreement based on trust. my ring is like a spring, allowing me to look away for a moment so long as i spring back to where i belong. he trusts me to return to home when we meet again,  but do i? the flesh is weak when prodded by the id revealed; can i keep my baser self repressed so as always to base my life around him? basically, maybe...

Liege

liege / leej \ adjective : 1. Loyal; faithful. 2. Owing primary allegiance and service to a feudal lord. 3. Pertaining to the relation between a feudal vassal and lord. liege / leej \ noun : 1. A feudal lord entitled to allegiance and service. 2. A feudal vassal or subject. Liege to long-standing grammar rules, I have difficulty stomaching "they" used as a third-person impersonal singular pronoun.

Cant

i fear my tendency for flowery speech often comes across as a cant. i'll admit to frequent indecision -- i do hail from the lunar court, after all (as my moods testify) -- but i don't wish to repel others with a lack of assertiveness. my inability to assert my needs and desires to all but my closest friends and family is detrimental... it seems my speech fails to encapsulate the fullness of my written compositions. what encouraged this disconnect between text and talk? it is silly to hide behind the screen of the paper when spoken words are so much more efficient... but i cannot abandon the introspection available on the page...

Cant

cant / kant \ verb : 1. To talk hypocritically. 2. To speak in the whining or singsong tone of a beggar; beg. cant / kant \ noun : 1. Insincere, especially conventional expressions of enthusiasm for high ideals, goodness, or piety. 2. The private language of the underworld. 3. The phraseology peculiar to a particular class, party, profession, etc. 4. Whining or singsong speech, especially of beggars. Speak plainly and divulge your requests without hesitation; canting will only decrease my desire to help you.