maizy doats

I like the rhythm of words. I don't know much about definitions, but I do enjoy context. And I believe that timing is tantamount. A word properly placed can break a tie. A word properly heard can break the ice. A word not heard at all has got to be felt. Deaf is not all that bad unless you're deaf and mute is not all that bad if you care not to listen, but to say that a child is deaf mute, that conjures a whole different connotation. Bad definitely does too. But if you would say that is good that may be bad to some. So what. That's what I say. Whatsoever. What a weird word whatsoever. But I like it a lot when it's attached to other words. In other words too. Yes. Yes is another weird word for me. I like how yes feels. Unless I was on the opposite side of Barabbas. But then I would be on the opposite side of Jesus who's been portrayed as a person who could give a shit less about his ass or Barabbas' ass. And suddenly, I'm thinking, why am I such an ass about this. And yes, there is a reason. And even if I told you, you may not be in the same rhythm I am and even if your are or were, who's to say that what whatever you are or where would change the direction of where these words were going to go or have gone to now here or no where. At times I wonder. Doo da wop.