It's like escapism.
I write in strange languages or use un-ordinary words to add mystery to well.. me... 'cause that's what I'm all about. Sure, that's one reason; but yeah, back to escapism. It allows me to, say, draw the attention away from something I may be embarrassed to 'say' [by 'say' I mean type, because no-one actually converses verbally anymore]. So maybe I want to hide the fact that I'm so jealous of something. In this case I just slip in a word in, maybe... Italian. That way it draws the attention away from the bitter remark I just made. Y'know?
Perhaps I'll use a bit of Grecian type to add an air of mystery to my somewhat boring persona.
Or maybe I'll use it to seem like there is some sort of 'in-joke'.
I'd like to be seen as poetic and arty, but it doesn't help that my words are straight outta the mainstream dictionary and the last artistic attempt I made ended in bloodshed. So maybe I should cut back; or, alternately I could carry on in my feeble, weak person's attempt at embellishing my vocabulary and jazzin' up mah syntax, in the hope that once it becomes natural to me, the poetic, fucking artist will just... burst forth from the weak person in a manner unbeknown to the world.
Debole è!
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