The Inn Word in Hale

Looking down at the keyboard. Sixty-six choices plus mousepad. Include control, alt, function, Windows and menu key subchoices and the clicks go up. All for what? Searching for new words without sounding like a word-of-the-day hack. Language in action, programming the next...

NeXT. NeXt. Texting one, two, three. Bookmaking. Bookbinding. Makezine. Mack the Knife. Nine inch nails on cashiers.

UHNB, IJMN. YGBV, TFVC. Trew. Poi u.

Retrograde. Retro rockets. Making. Made. Gfert. Zasder. Return

Visited a post-post modern-modern denture factory. Cannot tell you what denture means. They manufactured see-through teeth. Teeth like neon signs. Teeth that screw into jaw sockets. Teeth with MP3 playability. Yes, that is a radio station in my mouth. No, you are imagining it. Teeth made of jade, labradorite, opal, black tourmaline. Teeth with tiny aquariums, brine shrimp swimming in between bites of prawn. Power-saw teeth that cut the toughest cut of beef. Screwdriver teeth that pop out wine corks. Teeth with fake blood squirters. Teeth with OLED messaging. Read your BFF's texts in the bathroom mirror while you brush your teeth.

Then the dentures sprouted feet and left the room. Vrooooom. I hate it when those self-actualizing automatons wander the world to find themselves! Isn't one function enough for one's lifetime guarantee?

The game of see and be seen. Cut off one's beard and grow it back again. No, that's not the accent of a Maynardville resident but did either one of us live there in 1944? No. A Texas-full-of-Tennesseans accent. Granted. Now go on.

The Hills are alive with the Sound of Music. Pal's serves good plain tea but have you tried the sauce burger? Wow, you should have tried Skoby's. Caviar on the salad bar. The smell of industrial pollution like paper mills or chemical factories? Be a band member of Alison Krauss and tell the audience all about it. Don't know if Robert could plant the difference, a stairway to heaven on the roadside, anyway.

A friend could tell me all the good parking spots. Places to count freckles. See the stars. Listen to Judas Priest or Molly Hatchet. Tunnels of love. Love. Yeah, that's the word I was looking for when I opened this clamshell. A pearl between calcium teeth. Kiffin got 63 out of the first one. Bruins less likely to go down for that count. Matthew's barleys brew, a Rogue Shakespeare Stout, served in two. Rich topping off strawberried cheddared lemons in fours or fives.