An Emergent Property of (Certain) Names.

This should go without saying.

The name escapes the corners of the mouth 

of a person, a person who was once known to 

my Lesbian doctor. But what of the name? The 

thing is, it (the name, that is) softly resembles a 

common household object, in fact one that was 

stolen from this very house, but let's not go there, 

shall we? Because in the years since, I've had a 

heart attack, my sister began a pottery business, 
and Ike Drummond has secured a patent on an 
invisible (but very effective) 'whitening' gas.


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Last June near my house

Any way, so, back to the name. It produces strange field effects. Trees seen from a distance become blurry. And I don't mean they just appear blurry. I mean even with an electron microscope, no edge can ever be found. And the more this name gets bandied about, your own body might start to mix with a set of unfurled contents, and before you could determine what was 'good' for you, the priorities you've partially memorized for a solid time period would cease gripping you and the blame you might have cast could now finally resemble a thing for which the word was permanently forgotten, but not before you bowled them over one final time.

My son has one of these names.

The benefits of giving one or more of your children a name like this (don't worry there are more than one, thank God!) vary with the season and the ontological primitives you bring to the 'field of way'. The dangers while few are severe, but nothing you'll hesitate to smirk about on a night in a modestly appointed three-cornered room, in the same way a cantilever becomes a 'candied liver' in the mouth of one so bold as to mention this very concept to a dullard at war.

Yes, I've made a full recovery, thank you very much.

By now, unfortunately, we're experiencing an all-enveloping panic that you're not really 'getting it'. It should be appalling and the very 'sense' of it represents a rising tide of oddly poisoned prisoners of 'the poor'. They didn't mean it. It's not their fault and you'd better get used to maintaining insight into the part you play in the vacuous vanity pandemic. Or, you know what? Your own name will be recalled, the 'dour dame' you call your significant other will recoil with disdain and a framing order will no longer be yours for the asking. This will be just the beginning even as the end occurred years before on a camping trip with Walt Disney's cousin. Please don't act like you don't know what we're referring to, because we have the tapes and let's just say ,.... they don't do anything for your hair, in a manner of speaking. 

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