Words.
Words, words, words, words, words. And maybe (hopefully) some other words besides words.
In other words, other words.
Like sammich. Now that's a good word! Depending on how you look at it (speaking only for myself here, but I tend to look at it from left to right, like most words). Or, depending on how you feel about it, I suppose (I feel quite fond of it, myself), the word sammich has it all. It's fun, it's colloquial, it's food. It can be quite yummy, hence the "mm" smack-dab in the middle of sammich.
I am imagining a face that speaks this fun and yummy word. The lips are persed, the voice is directed out of the side of the mouth that isn't gripping a straw of hay. "I fancy me a sammich!" Adding a nod for emphasis.
Which brings me to my next point, Point Number C. Is a straw of hay a thing? It doesn't sound right. You know what I'm talking about though, right? One piece of long, yellow, dried-out grass. Do people call it a straw of hay? I don't know. Doesn't matter. As long as you can picture what I'm talking about.
And for my next point, Point Letter 6 and Three Quarters...
Words.
Words, words, words.
Last point I'll make, Point: the Sequel,
Words math. Did you know that? They math. Let me give you some examples.
Words + more words = mental images
Wrong words + chance = unpredictable mental images
Wrong words + purpose = lies
Purposefully wrong words - ill intentions = jokes
Purposefully right words (in the wrong order) = poetry
Unpredictable words + a tangent = Whatever This Is
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