alow and aloft…

flarfish 29: alow hyperbole

She had studding-sails out alow and aloft, with a light but steady breeze

Whether it’s true or mere hyperbole is not the point

those passages where the Hebrews by hyperbole ascribe

recipes in Arabic, even though the quantities mentioned are

surely poetic on her starboard side abreast the funnel

Her hull was opened up Shrunk recreant from thy mighty aid

“I have lived a shameful life.

I can’t understand how this thing called ‘human life’ is supposed to work.”
— Osamu Dazai

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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