<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544</id><updated>2012-01-13T09:30:54.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Atlanta English Dictionary</title><subtitle type='html'>a collection of neologisms, poeticisms and things you'll be saying all the time from now on</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544.post-3775739766454503802</id><published>2008-05-09T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T22:15:38.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Atlanta English Dictionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;[  A.E.D.   ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Atlanta Poets Group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;[  A. 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G.  ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3QxMwgPN_08/SCUr_CCk6KI/AAAAAAAAACA/20OuWsudPdM/s1600-h/AEDbook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_3QxMwgPN_08/SCUr_CCk6KI/AAAAAAAAACA/20OuWsudPdM/s400/AEDbook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198609706748536994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This new blog-edition launched 9 May, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; growing as we make more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Originally issued&lt;br /&gt;October 15th, 2003 for Language Harm&lt;br /&gt;Printed in an edition of 108 copies&lt;br /&gt;By 3rdness, Atlanta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865992361047631544-3775739766454503802?l=a-e-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3775739766454503802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865992361047631544&amp;postID=3775739766454503802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/3775739766454503802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/3775739766454503802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/atlanta-english-dictionary.html' title=''/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_3QxMwgPN_08/SCUr_CCk6KI/AAAAAAAAACA/20OuWsudPdM/s72-c/AEDbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544.post-690002362720287530</id><published>2008-05-09T15:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T22:42:34.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- A -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abbrantcooty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a feeling of waiting until the right time to say the thing you forgot. Used as a modifier mainly while you wait in a room outside the definitions speaking into the room with the definitions but invisible to them.&lt;br /&gt;2. closing your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;“I’m kinda abbrantcooty would you check?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;adslink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. n. video of being nice.&lt;br /&gt;2. v. to watch a video nicely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aginoviss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the tendency to be tentative in unfamiliar surroundings&lt;br /&gt;alabaster&lt;br /&gt;1. the definition of this poem is under construction it is known to contain bunny-lumber. please check back later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alloverness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. fondled diddle whip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anglivile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   to   be both silent and afraid of castles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;antihero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a ricotta-type cheese used in making cretan salad&lt;br /&gt;2. any object that plays the role of antihero in a cretan salad or by extension [see cretan paradox] any set of mixed relations [vis salad]&lt;br /&gt;3. Kyle Minotaur&lt;br /&gt;“Check the antihero, last time I wasn’t impressed.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aquaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. n. a drink made with crème de menthe and orange juice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;artf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. to overthink analysis of art, or to attempt to illustrate thoughts regarding art that are obviously beyond one's intellectual prowess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;autopoundify&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. to write long poems filled with history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awvene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. to move in the other direction while reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ayeherdhat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. yup.  mm-hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865992361047631544-690002362720287530?l=a-e-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/690002362720287530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865992361047631544&amp;postID=690002362720287530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/690002362720287530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/690002362720287530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='- A -'/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544.post-1365378792770660877</id><published>2008-05-09T15:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T06:49:16.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- B -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bellegrunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt; promzilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BHAMBI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt; an acronym for Biomechanical, Human and Metahuman Bureau of Investigation, an interdisciplinary federal law enforce-ment agency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bizarro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt; a drink made with Curvoisier XO and Thunderbird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blibben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. pabst schmear&lt;br /&gt;2. any such canned domestic victory&lt;br /&gt;3. any secret ingredient&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;v.&lt;/span&gt; to use ribs and booty to indicate&lt;br /&gt;“I was mistaken for a blibben by an agent of BHAMBI.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bling bling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. trou—&lt;br /&gt;  bub—&lt;br /&gt;  ena—&lt;br /&gt;an appendage&lt;br /&gt;“It keeps me busy during the day, and helps me pay for all my nice bling bling.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bloof&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. v. what happens when one expects to make a great impression in some form, a dazzling performance, a witty email, a job talk, etc and instead things fall flat.&lt;br /&gt;Example: I really bloofed my interview, all I could think about was this damned collieflower I had, anyway, I doubt they'll call.&lt;br /&gt;[see collieflower]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bloviate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. to spew, to spout aimless verbiage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blutter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. to give a long rambling speech about uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bogid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the head space of holding a swamp inside you as if made of a large plastic bags.&lt;br /&gt;2. what you would be wearing if in the head space of holding a swamp inside you as if made of a large plastic bags.&lt;br /&gt;3. a fashion critique of the you-thought stuck in its throat that the swamp would be as if seen from any position other than these.&lt;br /&gt;4. painful hiccuping accompanied by nausea.&lt;br /&gt;5. Three dollars and change, abbr. $3+&lt;br /&gt;6. A puncture wound.&lt;br /&gt;“Check the bogids on that suit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bouganvillia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the bad guys in movies&lt;br /&gt;2. neighborhoods where these guys conduct business&lt;br /&gt;3. the bushes in the neighborhoods where these guys conduct electricity.&lt;br /&gt;4. the number three when in the bushes hiding from the scary electricity guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bowell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;v.&lt;/span&gt; to mimic the piano style of Bud Powell very poorly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bownchuffy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. filled with a sense of pride and self-worth for which there is no basis brights&lt;br /&gt;1. a kind of eyeglasses. (opposite of shades)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bullful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. full of bull&lt;br /&gt;2. any bull which is full.&lt;br /&gt;3. mythologically, a bull with the moon in its eyes (like a big pizza pie)&lt;br /&gt;4. a cupboard of dainty objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bumbershoot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. an umbrachute&lt;br /&gt;  a parella&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;amp; both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bumpent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. moody poeticism and partial body.&lt;br /&gt;2. adj. With poetry written on it.&lt;br /&gt;“Check that bumpent struffage over there!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. that which just tastes better square&lt;br /&gt;2. a heart shaped tub in a formal utility vehicle with Pat for ticker tape&lt;br /&gt;3. any way of getting unstuck from the ceiling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865992361047631544-1365378792770660877?l=a-e-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1365378792770660877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865992361047631544&amp;postID=1365378792770660877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/1365378792770660877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/1365378792770660877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/b.html' title='- B -'/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544.post-4168207193766179463</id><published>2008-05-09T15:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T08:45:46.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- C -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cannibal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  know how to be capable of, squared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;carter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;v.&lt;/span&gt; to have lust in one’s heart.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt; ew, it’s like play-doh&lt;br /&gt;3. penultimate president before the Mondale Imperium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chesticle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adj.&lt;/span&gt; having a cold that is a cold cold.&lt;br /&gt;2. freezer burns in those places.&lt;br /&gt;3. a. what places?&lt;br /&gt;3. b. if you don’t melt I won’t hold you with a stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chicken hammer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt; any SWASy item of fast food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chicken waffle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. any knighty item of gladysness&lt;br /&gt;2. [ontology] mouthward.&lt;br /&gt;[see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thrashold&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chunge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt;  a droopy adjustment of events&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;v. &lt;/span&gt;  to effect a chunge&lt;br /&gt;3.    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt;   a bent over candyman with a lariat and leathery skin&lt;br /&gt;3. [reprise] bnet ovre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. those who chime in repeatedly on listserves to offer insubstantial positive or negative remarks to the posts of others but never initiate any real discussions themselves&lt;br /&gt;2. the posts by 1. such as "hear hear", "i was just about to say that", "i think not", etc&lt;br /&gt;example, "yeah there were tons of posts but 90% of them were clux&lt;br /&gt;3. emissions by southern poultry&lt;br /&gt;4. fulcrums of light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cocoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. cough for fee or wash&lt;br /&gt;2. cgh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;collieflower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a "booger" you have to wait until then end of an evening's social engagement to render free of its annoyingly reachable and cantankerous placement within one's nostril&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;con &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adb.&lt;/span&gt; stor tree city 4th ward peach conneria dustain phalcone cost cutter slip ashphaullt ground.&lt;br /&gt;[see ashphaultt]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;congnicave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a dimpling of cognitive space.&lt;br /&gt;2. hollow thoughts&lt;br /&gt;3. low oughts&lt;br /&gt;4. cubic slang; an office chair that’s rocking spring is very stiff.&lt;br /&gt;4. a. making soggily molded milks in their cartons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cratter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. to crit, create a crate or crite&lt;br /&gt;2. word uttered once in the Krog tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;croob  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A greased up watermelon like if I get out of the elevator first, watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cudgole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. to beat someone into a better mood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865992361047631544-4168207193766179463?l=a-e-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4168207193766179463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865992361047631544&amp;postID=4168207193766179463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/4168207193766179463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/4168207193766179463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/c.html' title='- C -'/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544.post-5392662342666555893</id><published>2008-05-09T15:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:49:24.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- D -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;derl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;(pronounced stupidly &amp;amp; with nasality, "durl")&lt;br /&gt;n. to decisively blunder in speech, say when faced with a voicemail when one expected a person, and the joke which springs to mind comes out all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;"I really derled that one, damn"&lt;br /&gt;[compare to: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flovel&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diariea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. the shape of thinking about an event&lt;br /&gt;2. mired in minutiae&lt;br /&gt;3. writing, pretending that you think no one will see it, but in reality, having every intention of everyone seeing it (&amp;amp; potentially a fantasy that it will bring one great fame &amp;amp; reknown).&lt;br /&gt;Dear Diariea: hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmblechhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discourageous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a paralysis of determination in severe textual situations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;djeat &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;interrog. wtr.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;1.  are you in need of a bib&lt;br /&gt;2.  only if it’s bib lettuce&lt;br /&gt;3.  is that my bib you’re wearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;djimple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. n. an indjentation usually resulting from dgenetics&lt;br /&gt;(djimpliacious.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865992361047631544-5392662342666555893?l=a-e-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5392662342666555893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865992361047631544&amp;postID=5392662342666555893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/5392662342666555893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/5392662342666555893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/d.html' title='- D -'/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544.post-1279706815726608146</id><published>2008-05-09T15:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T18:30:50.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- E -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eamuhlot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;to send lots of emails,exposing one's need for attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlatcher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;arch.&lt;/span&gt; that rackley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eel men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  unrequited idea-droppers&lt;br /&gt;[see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wrench&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;elligablation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ritual washing of the receiver used in ‘cute’ phone dating&lt;br /&gt;2. ritual washing of the receiver after a long sobby break-up call&lt;br /&gt;3. a type of phone in the shape of hair clogging a shower drain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;emboldened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The staff have bigger things spelled with “m”s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;erjmatique &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adj.&lt;/span&gt; impulsive in a quirky, sort of out-of-character way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exacterous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. leaving or being there, or near there, and having a literal attitude in the other extreme&lt;br /&gt;excuse. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;expectwins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;v.&lt;/span&gt; to predict the outcomes of two different things simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt; one or two twins expecting another twin(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eyedrum &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;v.&lt;/span&gt; to look with lobes and scoots&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt; something to put your fiend’s hands around as it vibrates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eyerock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;colloquial some slang usage as it seeps&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;1. limpid steel implants to light up the otherwise&lt;br /&gt;2. Tisa Farrow’s eyes in Fulci’s ZOMBIE&lt;br /&gt;3. the impossibility of meddling (used only in negative)&lt;br /&gt;4. crumbs leftover from illicit sex dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865992361047631544-1279706815726608146?l=a-e-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1279706815726608146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865992361047631544&amp;postID=1279706815726608146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/1279706815726608146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/1279706815726608146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/e.html' title='- E -'/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544.post-158106336493986050</id><published>2008-05-09T15:48:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:16:49.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- F -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. any of several opposed-gilled bigeyes with a forked, or forking, genetic  predecessor.&lt;br /&gt;2. a cosmically sealed intaglio, also called a solomectrum, that is measured from the back of the headboard to the viscera of the native body.&lt;br /&gt;3. any small little tiny thing, sweetened or fried and served from a rearing position, that tends to clamp volatile properties until they return to their original throat-node.&lt;br /&gt;4. anything used as a lure.&lt;br /&gt;5. a new layer of planking, separately distinct, esp. of the southeastern Thothrop Gully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fizzness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. having nothing to do with it why do you ask.&lt;br /&gt;2. what you lost with your hello my name is sticker badge the one that ruined your leather.&lt;br /&gt;3. you know the one, so why do you ask, I had nothing to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flovel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v. when one is trying to impress but at some level groveling but this attempt is itself flubbed&lt;br /&gt;"I completely flovelled that interview"&lt;br /&gt;[compare to: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;derl&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fourtelangy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. lazy or lacking in concentration until the very last minute before an event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frank O’Hara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt; a drink made with gin and strega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;frump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n. &lt;/span&gt; someone who doesn’t want to have fun preferring sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;v.&lt;/span&gt;  to reneg on an engagement expected to be enjoyable (to “frump out”)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865992361047631544-158106336493986050?l=a-e-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/158106336493986050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865992361047631544&amp;postID=158106336493986050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/158106336493986050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/158106336493986050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/f.html' title='- F -'/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544.post-1261314275250542303</id><published>2008-05-09T15:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:09:14.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- G -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gambology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. study of the underlying grid of play (not fun in and of itself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;geogyre &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Check that Georgyre countryside.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gingent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A breath specimen. &lt;br /&gt;2. To be like a breath specimen.&lt;br /&gt;3. Of or pertaining to specimens of breath [Olson’s highly &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gingent &lt;/span&gt;essay “Projective Verse.”]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gno-gnos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. fat naked philosophers&lt;br /&gt;2. the things in the look in a mirror&lt;br /&gt;3. papers to grade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;googads  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Things that smack together and stick when you least expect it. &lt;br /&gt;1.  A gland that controls evasion.&lt;br /&gt;8. Non-existent security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;greenifify&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. As if,  but then it wouldn’t grow.&lt;br /&gt;2. A thumb in a hole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grimmage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. an elevator smile&lt;br /&gt;2. photograph of yourself in the mud by the door where the mold was&lt;br /&gt;3. coffee residue&lt;br /&gt;[see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smirkola&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. To be krunk in relation to.&lt;br /&gt;2. The world’s most condorful folding chair. &lt;br /&gt;3. To psychiatrize outside of  a folding chair.&lt;br /&gt;4. A tanning for a bruising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865992361047631544-1261314275250542303?l=a-e-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1261314275250542303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865992361047631544&amp;postID=1261314275250542303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/1261314275250542303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/1261314275250542303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/g.html' title='- G -'/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544.post-333900560049388878</id><published>2008-05-09T15:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:17:54.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- H -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hamdogger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.  &lt;/span&gt;a sandwich made by rolling hamburger or meatloaf into a  cylindrical shape, grilling or frying it, and placing it on a hot dog  bun with condiments.&lt;br /&gt;[the hamdogger that it was invented by Jeff and James in 2009.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;homeboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n. &lt;/span&gt; one of an extinct species of a hypothetical near-filial relation to the speaker (curiously the term survives among a small percentage of a demographic which never had "homeboys" to begin with)&lt;br /&gt;Example: 40 year old caucasion male referring to his golfing buddies as "my homeboys"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hooman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt; a human without a belt&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt; someone who is jonesing with her or his mouth open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huggied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Oppressed by an overly team-oriented work environment.&lt;br /&gt;2. To drive out a coworker by accusations of lack of team spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hunt-ham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A fox trot in amber lights.&lt;br /&gt;2. To wiggle in dance-like motion in any light but a red one.&lt;br /&gt;3. A run to the novelty store.&lt;br /&gt;[contrast with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheat-ham&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865992361047631544-333900560049388878?l=a-e-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/333900560049388878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865992361047631544&amp;postID=333900560049388878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/333900560049388878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/333900560049388878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/h.html' title='- H -'/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544.post-4680986560842622522</id><published>2008-05-09T15:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:18:51.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- I -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ibido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the desire for repetition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;identiffy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;v.&lt;/span&gt; to become ambiguous about something after being made aware of something through one of the senses (that you are aware of).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;idunlyk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Chattahoochee (usually followed by ‘it’)&lt;br /&gt;2. your son the fish who is on the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;infernation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;. the distant rain of recollection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ininnocent &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. censored by the office of homeland security.&lt;br /&gt;2. the exceptional rational character that an authoritative community requires&lt;br /&gt;3. a verdict of ‘almost not yuck.’ but used so that it negates itself.&lt;br /&gt;[see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reactron&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;insubdetail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the last part of looking at the beginning, with green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iyit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n. &lt;/span&gt;its’ elf.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865992361047631544-4680986560842622522?l=a-e-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4680986560842622522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865992361047631544&amp;postID=4680986560842622522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/4680986560842622522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/4680986560842622522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/i.html' title='- I -'/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544.post-8052225838872750831</id><published>2008-05-09T15:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:13:44.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- J -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jeousaic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  word used in the case where an object’s marked and fragmented parts reflect an association with the Jeous Becus period in personal or human history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;junior mince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Young doo dads&lt;br /&gt;2. Jung dood ads&lt;br /&gt;3. fiction’s wick salad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;juster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the message that half the necessary repairs will not be done sans any explanation of why.&lt;br /&gt;2. corporate CEO with no sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;“Check this juster.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865992361047631544-8052225838872750831?l=a-e-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8052225838872750831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865992361047631544&amp;postID=8052225838872750831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/8052225838872750831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/8052225838872750831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/j.html' title='- J -'/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544.post-8699996006607211130</id><published>2008-05-09T15:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:15:26.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- K -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;keanu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt; a singularity at which irony collapses in on itself&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt; a tutu for a baritone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;klytus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. An unknown Greek  (all mentions of him have been lost though rumor has it that in variant versions of Aeschylus’ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Frogs&lt;/span&gt; he played a bumbling french police officer of junior rank.).&lt;br /&gt;2. Having his physical and nasal attributes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kwasifrump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. falling asleep in trendy department stores, having nowhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;[see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;frump&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lerimeter&lt;/span&gt; for contrast]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865992361047631544-8699996006607211130?l=a-e-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8699996006607211130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865992361047631544&amp;postID=8699996006607211130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/8699996006607211130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/8699996006607211130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/k.html' title='- K -'/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544.post-2812206450433165399</id><published>2008-05-09T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T06:56:30.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- L -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lamprey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a fish [see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fish&lt;/span&gt;] that is eaten by a ravenous pack of photons.&lt;br /&gt;2.  arrested for wearing white t-shirts while handling pseudologos in language gloves and  blinking in the sudden glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;langmark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a song for the sign beast.&lt;br /&gt;2. a sign for the song beast.&lt;br /&gt;3. slight indentation of the glottus, Brutus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leeque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a drippy faucet noticed only by snoots&lt;br /&gt;[also spelled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;leeq&lt;/span&gt; if written with pinky raised]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lehdorkgret &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a word with origins in french, meaning to regret exposing how much of a fucking dork one is with writing that attempts to illustrate wit and humor.&lt;br /&gt;[see "emuhlot" &amp;amp; compare to "bloof"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lenox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;v.&lt;/span&gt; to inundate or be inundated with vampires and bubbas&lt;br /&gt;“check this lenox praecox ut gallenox peach southperia upbate.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;libido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. one’s chum after work &amp;amp; always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love mites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. an amazing ding that itches&lt;br /&gt;2. a mini-splintered fang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865992361047631544-2812206450433165399?l=a-e-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2812206450433165399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865992361047631544&amp;postID=2812206450433165399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/2812206450433165399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/2812206450433165399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/l.html' title='- L -'/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544.post-1096152496676171545</id><published>2008-05-09T15:44:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T18:31:48.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- M -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manufescence  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the beginning had plastic, then the inspector found holes, and yawns, and titles.&lt;br /&gt;2. getting fluffy with hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;megalacontiguidiot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. to selfishly attempt to participate in a conversation and fail, ultimately feeling irrelevant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;megalaneurartic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. to make sweeping artistic judgments and then recant them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;milletiously  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. With a thousand shahs.&lt;br /&gt;2. Without a thousand shahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mink tonalds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It almost didn’t cross my mind with him as we wore flip flops under the furry clouds into the air conditionsed McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;minutean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt; the language spoken by minotaurs [cretans].&lt;br /&gt;2. anyone who cares about the details of poetry.&lt;br /&gt;3.                     sexy hairy in mink                    tonalds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;musal hoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It would have been smelly in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;myopic &lt;/span&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;1. An embarrassing movie about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;2. Lazy I’s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865992361047631544-1096152496676171545?l=a-e-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1096152496676171545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865992361047631544&amp;postID=1096152496676171545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/1096152496676171545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/1096152496676171545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/m.html' title='- M -'/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544.post-2043521123843863506</id><published>2008-05-09T15:44:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:26:09.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- N -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahw djue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the ritual meal of prunes and shredded wheat after a long fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;. rain in dreams, softly&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;v.&lt;/span&gt; verb form of (1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;neuter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nonchalance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . [see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;James Sanders&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A relic of feeling shunned in Sarasota or Lincoln logs at Six Flags&lt;br /&gt;2. fuzzy underwear and doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Two fingers trapped between things that separate other fingers or otherwise cannot be separated.&lt;br /&gt;2. The inside of the neck when not looked at.&lt;br /&gt;nudity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt; A dune at zero.&lt;br /&gt;2. north east of the united nations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865992361047631544-2043521123843863506?l=a-e-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2043521123843863506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865992361047631544&amp;postID=2043521123843863506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/2043521123843863506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/2043521123843863506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/n.html' title='- N -'/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544.post-2015202702050727585</id><published>2008-05-09T15:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:27:48.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- O -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omniferous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. willing to be burned by anything.&lt;br /&gt;2. an abundance of iron everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865992361047631544-2015202702050727585?l=a-e-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2015202702050727585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865992361047631544&amp;postID=2015202702050727585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/2015202702050727585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/2015202702050727585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/o.html' title='- O -'/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544.post-3846856401670911408</id><published>2008-05-09T15:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:27:10.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- P -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pelkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the best to have yet not having&lt;br /&gt;2. to be on the way to, but the place (the majestic let us say) is absent leading to an endless regress down roads of violent anecdote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perfact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a totally objective documentation of perfection&lt;br /&gt;2.    secretions of a gland that controls evasion when it emits updates to its viral insecurity&lt;br /&gt;[see googads 2.c. and 1.g.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pigeon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. your route is my reward.&lt;br /&gt;2. standing here.&lt;br /&gt;3. whiling. (if on a street crossing or intersecting North Avenue.)&lt;br /&gt;“Check that it says ‘Turkey rat is the other colored pigeon meat.’”&lt;br /&gt;[see, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scalt.&lt;/span&gt; 3.a.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pincent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[gal con usage]&lt;br /&gt;1.     any guy like Reggie.&lt;br /&gt;2. {part where the back-up singers join in} “check that pincent.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;phipps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a polyester scented perfume hanging very wetly from smirkola&lt;br /&gt;2. any wet smirkola&lt;br /&gt;3. the suspicion of strikes is what it says here in the dictionary.” “Really? Well I never anyway.”&lt;br /&gt;4. the last in a long line of inconsequential sequences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;phonshakonial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. existing behind a facade of sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plopphage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Separations from the bulbous and magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;2. Special sauce at the Dog House retained by SWAS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;polgonate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a brand of personal cleaner endorsed by No. 3&lt;br /&gt;2.  v. to clean like you’ve never cleaned before, usually before a first date&lt;br /&gt;[see Separations of Webbing]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ponce &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;v.&lt;/span&gt; 1. to ponce. 2. to ponce like that 3. a. if you keep poncing like that around here you'll get me ponced and then where will you be? b. i'll ponce all i want to-- you decentered governing body bullshit extruder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt; 4. any crawling corridor scene in the movies  5. a bas-relief depicting any crawling corridor scene in the movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poppiediately   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Asleep in inner-space.&lt;br /&gt;2. A loaded baked potato with black thangs on it.&lt;br /&gt;3. The smell of black things in 2, above, where everything comes easy but here I am toiling away squeezing rocks out of socks and I’d rather have done with the mess before I contemplate a meal, so if you wouldn’t mind mooing down that way…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;portion-hardly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;v.&lt;/span&gt; to cheat someone out of his or her portion.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t portion-hardly that rice with me like you did last time.”&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt; hardly a portion, less than a portion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;postverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. where all the flowers have gone.&lt;br /&gt;2. life in a white condominium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. like feet too many to count&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865992361047631544-3846856401670911408?l=a-e-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3846856401670911408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865992361047631544&amp;postID=3846856401670911408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/3846856401670911408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/3846856401670911408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/p.html' title='- P -'/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544.post-551975489705569505</id><published>2008-05-09T15:43:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:36:18.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Q -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quaramel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Australian spice made from Koalo extraque sold as a hat deodorizer in L5P to the querolous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quistle  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  the shrill of a bird in heat&lt;br /&gt;2. the cry of a mauling pink lion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;qumquat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. lowering oneself in order to inoffensively call a small animal.&lt;br /&gt;2. nostalgia for club anytime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865992361047631544-551975489705569505?l=a-e-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/551975489705569505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865992361047631544&amp;postID=551975489705569505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/551975489705569505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/551975489705569505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/q.html' title='- Q -'/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544.post-8538540450850656762</id><published>2008-05-09T15:42:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T13:49:21.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- R -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rebbreviation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;1. the practice of spelling out an abbreviation for comic or emphatic effect. WTF as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;double ewe tee eff?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;repetition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .   . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;roodge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. sound like the sound of a dog but not&lt;br /&gt;2. warning or complaint&lt;br /&gt;3. the guy at the door at Red before it got shut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ruttly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. like or akin to an animated Eric Idle action figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865992361047631544-8538540450850656762?l=a-e-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8538540450850656762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865992361047631544&amp;postID=8538540450850656762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/8538540450850656762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/8538540450850656762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/r.html' title='- R -'/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544.post-9057656556412681204</id><published>2008-05-09T15:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:07:33.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- S -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scalt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. dole yawl babbling&lt;br /&gt;2. archaic. gingentitis&lt;br /&gt;3.a.&lt;br /&gt;4.&lt;br /&gt;[see the rest]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scharpadeutic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. rubbery doll feet on fire and sticking to the bricks&lt;br /&gt;2. feeling as if why can’t i be you but in two and a half inch heels?&lt;br /&gt;3. that comment (in response to mine) really stung&lt;br /&gt;4. having the quality of one letter sound too many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;schwag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt; a rotten passage from one’s current state of anxiety.&lt;br /&gt;2. stuff that barely deserves mention as stuff at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adj.&lt;/span&gt; 1.  sucky.  “These eggs are pure schwag.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scouse &lt;/span&gt;(pimpled noun)&lt;br /&gt;1. society on the ideal side— segregated consumers to enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;2. being under the capitalist discourse is on the side of _____ (scouse).&lt;br /&gt;3. The more we enjoy in the capitalist way, the weaker the relation, which explains why the more we enjoy, the more  precarious we seem to feel.&lt;br /&gt;2. A town south of Cumming.&lt;br /&gt;1. great games of pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scragged &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a complex of hallucinagenic  hangover symptoms, in particular headache, backache and muscular tension.  (“Man am I scragged this morning.”) or see the idiom “Stone cuts the scrag” which refers both to the game paper rocks scissors and also advises as to the medicinal effects of marijuana for one who is scragged.)&lt;br /&gt;2.  contemporary political reality as an adjective used generally about social situations where they boarder on reality constraints to simultaneously seem to be going along while all the same circling about negations they will dine on later.&lt;br /&gt;3. being among other bodies not scragged in both senses.&lt;br /&gt;4. the morning after being among bodies not scragged in both senses for a long time you would rather not talk about.&lt;br /&gt;5. the sense of being a bit messed up about that so that taking the actual drugs that would eventuate the scragged eventuality would drug the actual and take so that what was about being up where it was messy would be sense.&lt;br /&gt;7.a. that place I bit you being the space of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sheez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. exclamation of lumps&lt;br /&gt;2. followed by “He bit you on the avenue!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shitongue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (arts) delusion of being divinely inspired&lt;br /&gt;2. (theological mostly) anal god-head&lt;br /&gt;3. using an anal god’s name in vein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;skoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. when the driver of the car doesn’t get out on the driver’s side but instead slides across to exit from the passenger side door. [see Hitchcock]&lt;br /&gt;2. a big gossip fest with cocktails and people get mad about the colors you wear.&lt;br /&gt;3. boring yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. what’s mine is mined.&lt;br /&gt;2. what’s yores is y’alls until I hear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slurpus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a habit of repeating the positive.&lt;br /&gt;2. repeating positive habits.&lt;br /&gt;3. positively repeating only that which is deemed positive by people habitually deemed positive.&lt;br /&gt;4. any positive repetition.&lt;br /&gt;5. stuttering caused by cottage cheese and other curdy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;[see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;antihero&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. to smear, the act of smearing, as in “i smear”&lt;br /&gt;2. feeling like a smear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smirkola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. nothing in the set of hands holding claimants to status&lt;br /&gt;2. to be nothing in a situation exponentially, cherries&lt;br /&gt;3. any fruit that can be followed with jubilee&lt;br /&gt;[avoid grimmage]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;snail  nails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a bucket of?—with your chicken hammer?&lt;br /&gt;“Check this special bucket of snail nails with chicken hammer bargain!”&lt;br /&gt;[see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chicken hammer&lt;/span&gt; never waffle]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sneaux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;. any white synthetic substance, such as plastic, fiberglass,  or styrofoam, used as a snow-substitute in holiday displays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;solidstresidiom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a line of poetry sounding like Bruce Andrews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sookie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adj.&lt;/span&gt; Of the color and texture of the underside of a dock or wet sheets.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt; a bite on the neck and it’s cold in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. past tense. to steal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;streck &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. to go for long periods through the countryside, without meeting anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;struff &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. above average stuff used for strutting. usually body stuff.&lt;br /&gt;2. any body stuff that could be strutted.&lt;br /&gt;3. the sleep patterns of aged tortoises dreaming of strutting in an orgy struffage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;struffage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. see above and figure it out&lt;br /&gt;2. what is shattered as it crosses a thrashold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;superaltered &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. having returned to one’s initial state of panic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;syncopatainted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. actually having a rougher rhythm than old statues or yellowed pages of magazines&lt;br /&gt;2. the rhythm which in using it you wonder if you have heard it before but are not sure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865992361047631544-9057656556412681204?l=a-e-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/9057656556412681204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865992361047631544&amp;postID=9057656556412681204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/9057656556412681204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/9057656556412681204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/s.html' title='- S -'/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544.post-624844697965045195</id><published>2008-05-09T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:55:19.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- T -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thrashold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. something encountered in a period of not sleeping well and acute limnality that is faced with a violent shock that could mark one for more than insurance will cover, but liking it in a misreable way.&lt;br /&gt;2. the mess left by meaning 1 above because usually the subject is not interested in cleaning up afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;3. things written instead of cleaning the mess in 2 above.&lt;br /&gt;[see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scalt&lt;/span&gt; 2.b]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thrust-crust &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Thin-chinned with a beard in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;toatl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a missing package&lt;br /&gt;2. breakfast food that’s been jarred during delivery&lt;br /&gt;3. (“toatl’d” slang) entering the Gandhi, King, Carter airport after a red-eye flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tootles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the difference between you in terms of mobility treated as an object&lt;br /&gt;2. any object (see use 1) serving as point of contrast marking visibility round with a concept regardless of the you in question&lt;br /&gt;3.     anxiety of the plural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;torrential&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;br /&gt;knot       &lt;br /&gt;four&lt;br /&gt;sail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;troots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the honk of certainty.&lt;br /&gt;2. it’s tutoring right underneath your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;3. a droopy adjustment of events (used only when ‘chunge’ is being avoided, for instance on the anniversary of free poetry day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tuba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. not a shoe.&lt;br /&gt;2. a dark spot in the dim.&lt;br /&gt;3. a whirring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;turnofalconeria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adj.&lt;/span&gt; like light thru prizzim.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt; lite pizza.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865992361047631544-624844697965045195?l=a-e-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/624844697965045195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865992361047631544&amp;postID=624844697965045195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/624844697965045195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/624844697965045195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/t.html' title='- T -'/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544.post-4513909047942975029</id><published>2008-05-09T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:41:03.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- U -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;undulipodia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. slimy wiggly thing&lt;br /&gt;2. (slang) one who behaves like a slimy wiggly thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unutterblanch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. to take away words until the original white paper is left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;usulmenst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. being built on a fresh tasting smile&lt;br /&gt;2. a. a fresh tasting smile on any builder&lt;br /&gt;b. a terrible taste in the mouth in a hardhat area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;utlunta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. n. the result of a school word game gone bad&lt;br /&gt;2. the capital, when you run out of letters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865992361047631544-4513909047942975029?l=a-e-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4513909047942975029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865992361047631544&amp;postID=4513909047942975029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/4513909047942975029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/4513909047942975029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/u.html' title='- U -'/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544.post-7945064346988848141</id><published>2008-05-09T15:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:59:04.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- V -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ventripotent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. belly of largeness &amp;amp; gluttony&lt;br /&gt;2. something that is moved by dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;veriangle &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adj.&lt;/span&gt;  larger than obtuse&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;adj.&lt;/span&gt;  smaller than acute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;verv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt; a verb with a frayed end&lt;br /&gt;2. the nerve which reports only to nausea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vitupaplooza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. the state of yelling all the time while moving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vivers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The ripples made by a hand clapping on the surface of a lake that is thought to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vumper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a man attracted only to women in open-toe pumps&lt;br /&gt;2. the sound one makes upon hitting the ground after making obscene remarks and getting hit by open-toe pumps&lt;br /&gt;[see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lenox&lt;/span&gt; but carefully because you deserve it]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865992361047631544-7945064346988848141?l=a-e-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7945064346988848141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865992361047631544&amp;postID=7945064346988848141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/7945064346988848141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/7945064346988848141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/v.html' title='- V -'/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544.post-8617094233527391058</id><published>2008-05-09T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:59:51.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- W -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanderphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; n.&lt;/span&gt; a type of poeticizing done en route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wassuage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;v.&lt;/span&gt; to lessen (pain, distress, etc.)  with a wet washrag or sausage.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;v.&lt;/span&gt; to calm (passion, anger, etc.) with a wet washrag or sausage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whase&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a word phrase&lt;br /&gt;[writing is an aid to more writing; your name here; smells his hand]&lt;br /&gt;[see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wournd&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wilvitch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sl.&lt;/span&gt;)  exclamation used in certain areas of the Georgian/ Nu Joisey resettlement project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wournd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a hurt word&lt;br /&gt;2. having three meanings but none that you’re sure of&lt;br /&gt;3. a word you can’t pronounce (stay tuned for unreadability coming soon to an idrumb eating your ears)&lt;br /&gt;[see&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; scalt&lt;/span&gt; 4. s. i &amp;amp; ii]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wowbaum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. a submarine narrator&lt;br /&gt;[Used in the old fourth ward and along the ponce corridor and usually on Thursdays]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wrench&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. only if it’s bent&lt;br /&gt;2. a material analogue for a poem anyone would be proud to have been prodded with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865992361047631544-8617094233527391058?l=a-e-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8617094233527391058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865992361047631544&amp;postID=8617094233527391058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/8617094233527391058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/8617094233527391058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/w.html' title='- W -'/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544.post-5892376494106905348</id><published>2008-05-09T15:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T18:01:24.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- X -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;noon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. natal urges in psychotics&lt;br /&gt;2. psychotics in the navy&lt;br /&gt;3. you can sail the seven seas.&lt;br /&gt;“Check that Chicken Hammer commercial with the xot.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865992361047631544-5892376494106905348?l=a-e-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5892376494106905348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865992361047631544&amp;postID=5892376494106905348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/5892376494106905348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/5892376494106905348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/x.html' title='- X -'/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544.post-1972432166449549456</id><published>2008-05-09T15:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:09:13.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>- Y -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yadder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. bares a tude.&lt;br /&gt;2. one with which one never notices definition one above for fear of sanctions.&lt;br /&gt;[for deviations see also, if you don’t mind, yad man, yad yadder, yaddertainment]&lt;br /&gt;“Check that yadder under that hat.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;v.&lt;/span&gt; to convene out of a certain emotion, such as fear, boredom,  etc.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt; any such convention especially among tall black leafless trees  under a starless sky.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt;  a manner of seeming positive in such a way that sustains some form of a negativity, usually a negativity that is carefully couched as something positive and too complicated to uncover without losing the audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yocker  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n.&lt;/span&gt; one who yocks&lt;br /&gt;2. the penultimate yes in a sequence in which a lot of yessing is followed by a lot of noing.&lt;br /&gt;3. the sense of futility in the tone of the penultimate yes. [Only used when it assumed that a period of noing is immanent.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865992361047631544-1972432166449549456?l=a-e-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1972432166449549456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865992361047631544&amp;postID=1972432166449549456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/1972432166449549456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/1972432166449549456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/y.html' title='- Y -'/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3865992361047631544.post-4647257964005460481</id><published>2008-05-09T15:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T18:03:53.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>- Z -</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zalapistra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. one who enters a curly room backwards and wearing a velvet blindfold.&lt;br /&gt;2. the sort of folks who show up in azure jeeps without doors at the party that is always going on.&lt;br /&gt;[see &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;butter&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zuko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(pronounced “zoo-ko”)&lt;br /&gt;1. pertaining to or deriving from a glancing pass on Louis Zukofsky who is not a drink recipe and never worked for BHAMBI.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3865992361047631544-4647257964005460481?l=a-e-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4647257964005460481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3865992361047631544&amp;postID=4647257964005460481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/4647257964005460481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3865992361047631544/posts/default/4647257964005460481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://a-e-d.blogspot.com/2008/05/z.html' title='- Z -'/><author><name>Atlanta Poets Group</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15267399753201646463</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I2Fn06XGcXA/TxBp1ES9xAI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8tFHqG4uyiE/s220/apg%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B2%2Bcopy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
