"but first we've got to disarm a bomb and free some nuns."

[thejollyape]

I love words, always. But there are so many ways in which you can love them. Most of the time it's more about what they have to say, the way they're put together to form a specific meaning or several different specific meanings. But every now and then I get into a phase where it's all about the actual words themselves, not the meaning they send. In those moments I just find myself sitting there smiling at the specific way a series of words are placed next to each other. It's not about the insight their placement will give me, but about the aesthetic thrill of seeing those specific words put together in originality that ends up sparking my own creativity. And I almost shiver as I experience an intense need to copy and reinvent as I taste the words dancing across my tongue as I silently mouth them.

This post was brought to you by simultaneous fictional consumption of Mabel Maney and Pushing Daises.