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Wordle #179

Week 170

1. Pig

2. Stow

3. Limbo

4. Malaise

5. Tick

6. Cordate ((adj.) heart-shaped)

7. Mental

8. Soliloquize ((v.) talk to oneself)

9. Aghast

10. Accountability

11. Transition

12. Ligament

Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem

The words can appear in an alternate form

Use the words in any order that you like.

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Music: PJ Harvey, Radio Head, Fleetwood Mac, David Usher/Moist, Johnny Cash, Portishead, Damien Rice (basically I am a 90s kid I like alternative, grunge, Industrial and other types of metal, oldies, punk, rock etc.) Authors: Sylvia Plath, James Baldwin, Edmund White, Arthur Rimbaud, Jim Carrol, Jeff Noon, etc. Movies: A Clock Work Orange, Fight Club, House of Flying Daggers (I like a lot of cult movies, horror, comedy, drama, I don't like action and fantasy is terrifying lol) Philosophical Beliefs: Buddhism, Daoism, Shintoism (before it changed under Nationalism), The Transcendent Order Favorite Video Game: Planescape Torment What I do: read, write, yoga, pilates, weight-lift, walk, study philosophy and psychology, dance like a crazy person, paint, dream etc. Qualities: stubborn, sarcastic, teasing, playful, open, flirtatious, eccentric, passionate, forgetful, open-minded.

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    • The hard work shows! I love Norse mythology I used to go to the library with my mom and check out all the books on it I could find and yet in reading your piece I still learned something new or relearned perhaps because you said a lot on the origins that I had forgotten or perhaps wasn’t covered so well in children’s books

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  14. […] I cannot abide this malaise, the transition from limbo to a cell of artificial design. I want to live in the bones, in the spaces creased with perseverance. It is in the depths that I am made whole. – My heart is no longer cordate, no longer flesh it is an unsavory ligament soliloquizing in inertia. I stow it beneath the floorboards. I hear it grunting and snuffling like a fat, grey pig as my fingers tick aghast with the passage of time. – They say I am mentally ill, that I must inoculate myself against all thought and defect, that I must become accountable. I am a homely god, my creations as mud on linen. I go up in smoke and there is no place in me material enough to stitch. – For https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/11/20/wordle-179/ […]

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