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measuring is what you do in science. It’s what you to do to prove you aren’t fat. measuring is a kind of poetic word I think. I measure my courage alot. It sounds sort of minical. I

» Posted By Hyperbole On 11.14.2012 @ 4:07 pm


For some reason this word made me think of Hobbits, specifically of Martin Freeman as Bilbo Baggins in Bagend with a bunch of dwarves singing (which is the best part of the commercial so I guess I can deal with that). Maybe I should examine my love of LOTR+Hobbit. Or maybe this is a result of my love of Sherlock. . .

» Posted By Hyperbole On 06.24.2012 @ 9:46 am


From a distance they looked like pock marks in the green grass, mimicking the texture of the moon’s surface. When they got closer, however, they could look down into the pits–as deep as a man was tall–and see the lost things. Shoes and belt buckles, kitchen knives and milk saucers glimmered dully under the moonlight. There was even a baby bat who fluttered up into the sky as they passed.

» Posted By Hyperbole On 06.19.2012 @ 4:48 pm


When it rains it pours. It pours out the sky and the sharp little stars and the cold moonlight. And then it pours out the smothering clouds and angry sun. Right on your head.

» Posted By Hyperbole On 06.16.2012 @ 4:20 pm


In the romantic, old-fashioned novels there was always sweet smelling straw. It gave comfort from the rain and offered shelter to wandering lovers. Ava had tried laying in the straw in the barn once and imagined that the Scribner’s stable boy was laying next to her. But the straw smelled like cows and the animals looked at her curiously. The straw stabbed at her and stuck into her sweater like porcupine quills. She never tried it again. It was uncomfortable and embarrassing. There was nothing like romantic, old-fashioned straw in the real world.

» Posted By Hyperbole On 06.13.2012 @ 5:47 pm


I’ll make this brief: A briefcase holds briefs for lawyers who wear briefs under their suits.

» Posted By Hyperbole On 06.12.2012 @ 5:15 pm


I’m reading The Ultimate Unofficial Guide to the Mysteries of Harry Potter (Analysis of Books 1-4) and there is some interesting discussion of switching spells. Unfortunately, as this Guide was written and published before The Order of the Phoenix came out, some of their guesses about plot-clues and switching spells are, as is to be expected, totally wrong. But it’s an interesting read anyway (I recommend it to all literary HP nerds).

» Posted By Hyperbole On 06.11.2012 @ 4:17 pm


This is why I stopped using this site for seven months. Every time I logged on I got weird words that I didn’t really associate with anything in particular and spent the first half of my precious minute trying to figure out a creative way to use it anyway. Aw, racket! Time’s up.

» Posted By Hyperbole On 06.10.2012 @ 3:35 pm


Humans are animals too. Some build nests. They fly away and come back and snuggle up at night. Some build burrows and sleep in great piles surrounded by others’ breathing. I sleep in my own cave. And when the sun tried to come inside I roar at it to go away.

» Posted By Hyperbole On 06.09.2012 @ 3:53 pm


Internet chat has ruined communication. It’s so easy to conceal things when you have time to plan your entire response, not to mention decide how you’re going to spell each word and whether or not you will use emoticons. And it’s so easy to be misunderstood no matter how carefully you plan.

» Posted By Hyperbole On 06.08.2012 @ 4:37 pm


I’ve always wanted to touch a jellyfish, but I’m really nervous around things that shock you. Once I touched some wiring behind a lightswitch and felt the charge up my whole arm. Plus most of the jellyfish I’ve seen are kept behind touch-proof, bulletproof, tank-proof, jackhammer-proof glass. And are even more dangerous than the garden–or tide pool?–variety jellyfish.

» Posted By Hyperbole On 06.06.2012 @ 9:10 pm


She went down to where the great river emptied into the sea and looked out over the water. She knew that, for a full mile out into the rippling ocean, the river made the sea freshwater. And then the saltwater overcame the freshwater, poisoning it. But the river kept emptying into the sea as though it thought it could dilute the salt enough to someday change the great body of water fresh.

» Posted By Hyperbole On 06.04.2012 @ 11:51 am


“She’s like so whatever, you could do so much better.” “I’m in the business of misery, let’s take it from the top.” “So what? I’m still a rock star.” “I’m not here for your entertainment. You don’t want to mess with me tonight.” “I’m the mother****ing princess.”

Sometimes I’m just so bitter. Thanks, pop music.

» Posted By Hyperbole On 12.13.2011 @ 10:30 am


I expect a lot of myself. Even though it’s 1:41AM and I’ve been working through Student Government documents for a couple hours, I still expect myself to produce something profound in the 60 seconds provided to write on any given word. Silly me.

» Posted By Hyperbole On 11.02.2011 @ 10:42 pm


Ha ha, did you know James Joyce coined the word epiphany in the context that we use today? His character Stephen Daedalus has epiphanies like his life depends on it. He’s also an artist and a teenage boy (Stephen, not Joyce) which makes him appear just a little ridiculous. I loved Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, I think everyone should read it. Stephan’s delusional, quasi-religious, high-art philosophies are hilarious. Reminded me of myself on the days when I think I’m brilliant and someone has to remind me that I’m ridiculous.

» Posted By Hyperbole On 11.02.2011 @ 10:50 am


Ooh, you’re really living on the edge. A misdemeanor for reckless driving and you think we’re supposed to be impressed by you. You’re so ghetto. And, yeah, you’re just like your Mexican buds back home. I’m sure they’ll be thrilled to hear you said that.

» Posted By Hyperbole On 10.03.2011 @ 7:01 am


Let’s make a trade. You give me your bad and I’ll give you my good and the world will be a simpler place with much less to go on about. C’mon, give it here. I’m perfectly willing to be the evil one.

» Posted By Hyperbole On 09.12.2011 @ 3:04 pm


That’s such a long word to type. If you don’t have typing training, it could very well take you your whole minute to type “distinguished” and spell check it. Talk about exclusion.

» Posted By Hyperbole On 09.10.2011 @ 7:26 pm


I was brainwashed as a kid by a single statement. Someone explained a woman’s enormously broad and jiggling backside as a consequence of being a secretary – I’ve had a negative reaction to the word ever since.

» Posted By Hyperbole On 08.27.2011 @ 7:19 pm


Fairfarren, Agent Gibbs. May the force be around you.

» Posted By Hyperbole On 08.25.2011 @ 3:34 pm


I stand in the rain with my umbrella closed. Then I feel like I’m melting, which is pretty cool. I don’t know why I even own an umbrella.

» Posted By Hyperbole On 08.24.2011 @ 3:10 pm


I can’t believe they’d sink that low, but, then again, why would you ever trust someone you cannot see? Why would you ever take a website at its word without reading the fine print? I guess that makes me gullible. And all it makes them is “business savvy”.

» Posted By Hyperbole On 08.22.2011 @ 1:10 pm


Our thoughts were on wading as we started in – plunging forward without even pausing to draw breath – so when we surfaced, desperate for air, transported into the very middle of very deep things, and wanted to go back, we had no idea where to begin. Our thoughts were still on wading; it took them a while to catch up.

» Posted By Hyperbole On 08.20.2011 @ 11:51 pm


You’re a near-hit. I’m a near-miss. Sorry, darling, but it would have never worked out between us. This bulls-eyes ain’t big enough for the two of us; no bulls-eye’s that big.

» Posted By Hyperbole On 08.14.2011 @ 12:41 am


She answers the phone with a British-sounding “hello” and has done for years. She’s not remotely British – she’s from California and says “like” more than any other word – but for some reason her phone-hellos all turn out that way.

» Posted By Hyperbole On 08.11.2011 @ 1:19 pm


It’s driving me up the wall. And then back down again so fast, so hard, that I crash – slam! bam! – into the tile. Over and over again.

Ouch. No wonder I’m so sore . . .

» Posted By Hyperbole On 08.09.2011 @ 2:43 pm


This kid got suspended from the local middle school for throwing a brick at another kid who called him the N word. My dad is the vice principal there so he was in charge of suspending the kid. It was weird, though, because when I heard about it I told him flat out: I would have thrown a brick at the kid too. But I’m white so I don’t usually have that problem . . . Can’t very well throw a brick at someone who calls you a “cracker”.

» Posted By Hyperbole On 08.08.2011 @ 4:29 pm


I used to liken my life to a canvas . . . I’m not sure I like that metaphor anymore. If my life was a canvas, you’d have to rip it in half so you could have two sides. I think maybe I’m a piece of paper and there are two sides – the side you see and the side I can’t bear for you to see.

» Posted By Hyperbole On 08.07.2011 @ 11:17 pm


Oh, hey @Darshan,

Your entry showed up above mine . . . That’s never happened to me before. Totally tripped me up – like when a light bulb bursts in your face and you just have to scream. It was a lot like that.

That’s it.

» Posted By Hyperbole On 08.06.2011 @ 5:50 pm


If you peek through the lock, I’ll show you something good. I’ll show the arts of bed making and sleep talking. I’ll show you some fear and I’ll show you some secrets.

And if you peek through the lock, I’ll have to kill you.

» Posted By Hyperbole On 08.05.2011 @ 12:03 pm

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