enervate

to weaken or destroy the strength or vitality of.

Tyrone stood in his puddle of insults and felt the years of exploration into the world of artists begin to deflate by Nautical's arrow slung into him in condescension. How could such an odd man match such odd and biting remarks, Tyrone raged to himself. Perplexed, his confidence in the social graces of art and artists began to enervate. Then almost simulataneously, as he lingered off his last thought, maybe, he thought again deeply, I'm taking this too personally. The stranger's oddities do in fact correlate.

A mere glance at Nautical's striped animal fabric attire would suggest Nautical's peculiar perception of his own aberrant existence in this supposedly sensical universe. And why should such nonsensical clothing defy the permission of his erratic behavior? It wouldn't.

The boy's insult puddle then turned into a sea of observances and his knees felt like they needed to bend, so he walked toward the center benches between walls that held windows peering into the art life, this other life. And he sat down. In his rest, Tyrone found an acceptance to give the stranger man a nodd into his matching behavior and appearances. Odd.

*Stay tuned for the unfolding story of Tyro and Nautical.*

tyro

beginner; person lacking experience in a specific endeavor

On a warm summer day, a boy and a stranger stood in a museum, peering into a work of art.

The boy named Tyrone reached out a hand to shake the stranger in greeting. "Hi, I'm Tyrone," he stated somewhat awkwardly.

The stranger, dressed like a blended faupaux of nautical animal prints, smirked and replied, "You're what?" And ignored the hand.

"I'm Tyrone."

"Oh, a tyro."

Tyrone's brows curved in, confused and slightly irritated.

As quickly as the interaction began, the animal sailor dramatically turned his back on Tyrone to walk away, as he mumbled, "A tyro you are...damn, you people these days are tyros at the art of silence in museums. Ridiculous!" With that, he left the room.

Ok, don't ask me where that came from. I have no idea...I just started writing and and had to make up something before my computer shuts down any minute now.

turpitude

depravity; baseness

When a human being experiences an authentic state of turpitude, room for redemption, in its truest form, is made available. However, such baseness that produces fruitful digging cannot be entered into until a community stands alongside of the person. Being saved in this love is bliss. Ignorance isn't.

caprice

n: impulse
adj: capricious

Love, to me, is like a ball bouncing on rough cement.

It hits an uneven part of the road and capriciously jumps diagonally, maybe toward you or away from you. But, always, somehow, it comes back to you. Maybe not straight back to you but at least you saw where it went and you'll chase after it.

When bouncing on paved, even ground, a system runs. You know its precise rythms and methods of retrieval. Expected returns.

That's love to me, bouncing on caprice and systems, often simultaneously. Free and still loyal.

aberrant

aberrant: deviating from normal or correct.

The author's ideologies regarding the existence of bugs were questionable and aberrant, considering that the research methods consisted only of analyzing the drawings from his three-year old neice.

Watching Word

The plan was to chase a dream. To knead minds and mend souls, to learn the art and science of humanity. Fine-tuning through doctoral studies. But it required competitive GRE scores of which I did not attain on my first round. So a second round, I try again. I thought it might be motivating to, each day, blog GRE vocabulary into a phrase or sentence, paragraph or essay, poem or prose, or a script or picture. Here I come.