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200710 19 Entry: "thesaurus review"
check out this review i just posted on amazon...
I only own one other thesaurus (The Oxford American Writer's Thesaurus as a comparison, however, I do not begin to fathom how this waste of forestry can begin to claim to call itself a thesaurus. Each entry begins with a nonsensical semi-paragraph of something almost related to the word in question, taking you on an annoying Hunter S. Thompson-esque search for the meaning behind what you were initially seeking.
I was insulted by the lack of quality content of this book for supposed "thinkers." I truly believe that this work should be thus for dubbed "The Stoner's Word Ramble on Heavy Hallucinogenics."
Do not waste your money, time, neurotransmitters, or patience- if you want an equally resourceful thesaurus, steal you kid's.
yeah, i tried looking up a couple of words this afternoon, but didn't really notice anything weird, except for the lack of content and large font. i just got home a little while ago & tested the thing by flipping through it. uh-huh. something went flying across the room... there was yelling and alot of pointing and alot of "tee ta dee, motherfucker!" going on.
guess you'd understand if you really know how much i love words. guess you know how much i love words if you've been a reader for awhile or you've been to writings.html & checked out how far back my writing shit goes, you know? that, and quotes.html...
on another note, i was just telling xavier a couple of SMALL points about THIS episode of hypomania and a couple of former reactions from dr. dickhead & dr. mostly useless saying, "so?" to my "i haven't slept for days." thing. the idea that those sub-class, anti-existence wastes of fucking hydrogen are in "health care" & literally, actually TOOK THE HIPPOCRATIC OATH, and were supposedly "helping" me "mentally," but actually turned me into a psychotic potential murderer... literally made me foam at the fucking mouth. i scared myself totally, completely, utterly, absolutely, positively, astoundingly, and helplessly SHITLESS. i foamed at the mouth at the thought of what psychiatrists have done to me in the past.
what i was saying at the time it happened was something like, "fuck piano wire- it's cat 5. i've got fucking endurance. that shit's fat, it's not going to fucking cut you, motherfucker. i own a GUN, you're gonna pray to have a glimpse at it. you'll never see my gun. if i get the chance to kill you for what you've done to me, i'm using household cleaners and tweezers it will take you weeks to die, motherfucker."
i went to them for help. look what they did to me. who says shit like that? who fucking drools on themselves over shit like that? what the fuck did those bastards do to me? why did i ever trust them so much?
i found my lithium in a drawer when i was looking for the sungular. i'm not flushing it until i get my camera back from duncan tomorrow. i just wish i had more shit to flush down the toilet. (yeah, shit like ripped out fingernails & molars...)
i'm starting to think a thesaurus would do me more harm than good. what do you think? i mean... uh... i just looked at the above words, and, um... well, yeah... them's some baaaaadddd words... i don't think a thesaurus could make those words any better, you know?
"There's not a word for what I want to do to you."
i'm going back to doing my voice training on dragon on weyoun...
Words dissemble, words be quick, words resemble walking sticks.
-Jim Morrison
The House of Yes