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Definitive Definitions
"A theoretical social state in which there is no governing person or body of persons, but each individual has absolute liberty (without the implication of disorder)."
A word of multiple choice within the definition. A word I in many ways see myself as being or defined to wit. What is the TRUE definition of anything when word's can differ to such a degree and still be describing the same thing? A person, place or thing, a NOUN! Yes, it could be or is a noun. A noun with verbal intent. The intention of what is the equivalent of who which concludes with why. How is not a W and yet the count is five. Like the hand of four fingers and a thumb…How many fingers does a human being have? 5 final answer. WRONG! You're all wrong. Hmmmm, doesn't jive but then what the hell does.
A word with multiple meanings could be considered a hypocritical word. This would of course depend on which multiple definition of Hypocritical a person decides to use. It is impossible to NOT be hypocritical at one time or another.
And what is the word in question after the brief ranting concerning definition? The definition could be describing anarchy, but then it could be describing the administration of the White House now blackened by deceit in the theoretical social state of a President seemingly governed by no one. The President's definition of his theoretical social state is obviously utter confusion. Webster (2006)
I need some LSD so I can go on a psychedelic wordy trip disposing in prose my solid waste of rage and strife. The countdown to extinction seems to have began but, hasn't all history of the now past proclaimed apocalyptic doom? Nostradamus stated many events 400 years prior but, a week off the date means he is not credible as a prophet….hmmm, interesting. I would hope the ink would run and change colors as I wrote with my wordy and posed pen. My bleeding eye's springing forth from the page in a spiral graph of blood, spit, and the bile society creates in the sewer bins of the mind. They spin and glare back down at the paper that spills rage and yet truth in wonder. Droplets tumble as the eyes zoom in close fascinated by the fall. The droplet splatters into bullets that shriek by my head. The deep and last sigh within the hierarchy of a cry in citizenry is deafened by the greed of man. Gliding along like a swan in a pond that takes pride only within itself. The pond is green and seems in the vanity of keeping others at bay. The greed of its shadow gobbles up the visitors and spits out the decay. Soulless, lost only to roam. No friend is a foe when there are no friends. That green indulgent fluid, hmmmm, must be bitter yet sweet with the materialism of self righteousness and apathy.
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