"Life is either a daring adventure or nothing..." -Helen Keller
I have this issue with certain words. The kind of issue that makes me want to strike their entries from the dictionary, and permanently blot their existence and use from the world.

A few years ago, I met Austin. He struck me as they sort of person who, if made aware of the contents of this list, would exploit it. After making some sort of a statement that he would not, in fact, be the type of person to use it against me, I spilled the list. Worst. Mistake. Ever. Well, that's a bit of an exaggeration. Austin was, in fact, a trustworthy guy, and he kept his word... for a while. Little did I know I would end up marrying this Austin, and those dreadful words would eventually find their way into daily conversation in the most unsuspecting moments. When he recently defended the truthfulness of his initial vow to me, he explained that did, in fact, remain true to his word at first and honor my hatred of these words. "But now," he explained, "I have no choice." Here are the words, friends. The terrible words:

moist, creamy, ointment, supple, succulent, postulate, nubs, tender, gooey, nodule, chunky, chewy, cluster, pus, fester, flaccid, smear, follicle, scabies, phlegm, secrete, mucus, salve, flesh, coagulate, curdle, congeal, filmy, balm/balmy

There are more words; i know it. They pop up when I least expect it. Around every corner, in every dark alley, and yes, even in my own apartment, there is no rest from the dreadful list.

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