Describing symptons is something awfully difficult, and I always seem to draw comparisons to things I have no actual experience of.
"I feel as though I've just had my appendix out." "It's like period pains."English classes would do better to teach self-expression and communication rather than grubby Yorkshire poetry. As a schoolkid I had to study the drab poetry of Simon Armitage. He produced a collection of poetry called
Tyrannosaurus Rex Versus The Corduroy Kid. The first word of that title is awesome. The second sounds exciting. By the time to get to the third word you're pretty much shivering with excitement at the concept of King Lizard battling with a zombie robot or something. But then, wham, you get to word number four - Coudroy - and all your excitment melts. Damn you textiles. Damn you.
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Posted by Curis at 12:34 PM