There
will come a day when I will have nothing more
to
say. I shall leave volumes of vocabulary up to you
to
decipher and use likewise to spread the news. Wait!
All
those words never belonged to me in the first place,
you
might say. Adam and Eve, Homer, Attila the Hun,
Shakespeare,
even 50 Cent all spoke them before I did.
I
am nothing but a copycat, a damn plagiarist, you
may
accuse. And it’s true, there is nothing new, linguis-
tically-speaking,
under the moon. Well, what the hell,
we
are all mere copies of copies of copies, replicated
progenies
descendant from millennia of generations, all
of
whom can be attributed to or duly accused of passing
this
vile or vital trail of verbiage along. My claim to
fame
is not that I was the first at saying anything. Okay,
I
may have arranged my written or spoken intercourse
with
you or the world at large in a slightly unique or
creatively
different way, but I certainly would never
maintain
holding copyright exclusivity for that which
I
have ever attempted to relay, literally or illiterately
speaking
that is. Mark my words, dear friends, all of
the
folderol which I have spread across this page for
certain
goes without saying. Don’t you just love the
sound
of that word, folderol?
Chris
Hanch 1-19-18
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