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NEOLOGISMS [07 Mar 2006|08:39pm]

I'm writing a diploma devoted to neologisms of the English language.
Could you help me with some literature (theory) /sources devoted to neologisms (examples)?
I would be so glad, as i am supposed to finish this paper within this month and i'm horrified..
Please help me :)
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Audition [26 Aug 2005|12:07am]

[ mood | checking my watch ]

I hope my skin tastes good.Collapse )

Chesapeake Hannah Fulford First.

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Audition [05 Dec 2004|11:13am]

[ mood | curious ]

god i hope i get itCollapse )

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AUDITION [22 Oct 2004|03:43am]

[ mood | blah ]

Heaven's not a place that you go when you die it's that moment in life when you actualy feel aliveCollapse )

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[ mood | discontent ]

corrupt me, corrupt me!
lure me in from my paper route
un-meekify me. milk me. make me rough
and tumble-er
make me darker, kinkier
so i'll throw u u[p agaianst the hot rod
fuck u right then and there and then again
make me do it
validate my role
empower the aggressor,
so we'll aggress each other

the arrow flying
the piston
the knee jerk and foot face

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I HATE LJ-CUTS... no one posts here anyway. [08 Jul 2004|11:35pm]
"Close your eyes, keep them closed."

"If I asked you to play with fire you would scoff and ask how ever did I become so stupid. And if I emulate the bubbles that form around your lip, you seem to understand how I have become so very bitter. And it's rotten. That a boy can make a man and that man will only kill. And it's horrid. To live your whole life as a baby girl with a pillow-case veil and a plastic wedding bouquet. It's just sad."

"Fuck the Treasury, and give me my money back."

"Put your damn money where your mouth is. For once in your life, take that grimy, green, little paper and shove it down your slimy, lying throat. Nice and easy now, slow and steady now. Don't choke. Don't cough. Don't say you can't breathe, I know this can't hurt. Not much, not at all.

You don't even deserve to be walking around with those pennies in your vest. Don't give me your two cents if you can't supply a voucher. A receipt. A time and date and signature signed on a note that you wrote "Forever Mine." And a day, or a year, the time you've spent was never wasted here. So, don't lie; pull out your deeds and live up to you purchase.

Well, fuck that and fuck the lot of you too. You don't know what you're saying can't give me decent financial aid-- so don't you dare tell me how I label and price the items in my cart. George couldn't cut the tree and you can't cut out the rest. Don't leave me out of this, your list is itemized, so why aren't I in your parcels?

I gave my body to the Mint and they made a waste of greed out of me. I'll wait in drawers with empty rings until you get your change for me. But you've got your credit cards and travelers checks, to hold out until you're back with the lonesome but gratifying plebeian mess we all live. I've got my net worth and inflation rates to ensure "we're" always "ours".

I've been sitting here for weeks now, and all the other bills have fluttered by. So take a number, order your piece of me , and push to the front of line. Yeah, that's right...Fuck the Treasury, and give me my money back.

"Your newest challenge, your biggest regret."

"I am running my hands along a brick-wall beast. I am running my hands over your body in my head, rolling and flopping you over and over again, looking for the hole where, when poked, you squirm and twist, groping for the spot that will make me just as missed."

"You've got the best eye for finding cracks to tear me apart"

"It only happens on Wednesday nights, it takes around three months to travel here; I send it back with new reason to be bitter. I am used to this routine, this coming and going and sending and loathing, so it is okay for me to tell you that I live for the solace in it's chaos. It and I, we are serene. If it shows up a day late or a day early it throws everyone's equilibrium to live a bit sideswept; I have just capsized clockwise in this pool of filth. My mind neither comes nor goes for an hour or two; I just sit and stare with crystalline static in my eyes. I am crumbling. With a dizzy surprise it takes its leave with haste and makes it's return as lackadaisical as fruit punch spiked for little bodies. It cannot thrive without me, but cannot bare to let me be. I can thrive without it, but somehow, I've got this maddening addiction to the time it rests inside me. We feel safe within eachother, and we are stuck on keeping our ways staid and habitual. It and I, we have an understanding."

"Restless... I swore you slept with me last night."

"They met on cement. Pay attention to that particular detail because it makes all of the difference, the medium on which a person has met.

You see the whimsical types, they meet on grass. They have laid in eachother's laps and braided dandelions in eachother's hair. Dandelions wilt slowly in tiny little increments people try to save by pressing themselves in between books. They try to preserve everything, the environment, their youth their peers in combat. Damn bunch of hippies don't realize thats their flower dry out and turn brown all the same, no matter how thick of a book you smash it into. So, the poetic, carefree relationship is just as pliable and moved as the grass in wind and so, they were not meant to last for long, this starstruck, heartfelt couple in the grass.

Those who meet through phone have got the less to lose. A mess of wires twists their faithfulness true to different tangents and new feelings. You're a whole new person riding on the one beautiful fallacy that you can create every pretense just because you can all but see the other. It is so much easier to lie when you cannot meet with anothers eyes. Through wires comes distance, and through distance comes longing and other people and the yearning to be soothed. And so, such a couple caught up in telephone spiderwebs often cannot align their steps, becuase there is always someone an areacode closer who can finish off where phone lust stops.

But to meet on cement...

When bourne on strength, one is bourne to an eternity.
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[01 Jul 2004|01:10pm]

[ mood | sore ]

The devil wind gives me the fear
I go twitchy eyed and tense
Trumpeting outside the door
Stamping and tusky and raising all hell

I go and forget about my smoke
A brimless ash top hat
‘tween two twig fingers
Jerked out, odd angle at the elbow

If it’s all good ‘till the end
Then when
Will it start?

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HELP [01 Jul 2004|12:50pm]

[ mood | aggravated ]

im trying to write this ...whatever about a safari tour thats in the south west of western australia
it started with the idea that they get drunk and one of them thinks he's a hyena, the others think theres a world war so prepare a whole mad max, post apocalpsyse society but i really, really am stuck
im fucked
what do i do?

this is it so far, i have 2 narrators
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some of the punctuation that i've deliberatly like, kept out of formal syntax wont work properly with just cutting and pasting, but u should get the idea

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AUDITION [28 Jun 2004|09:32pm]

[ mood | sore ]

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story 1
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AND some buggering about
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Graphics bitch strikes again [26 Jun 2004|11:01am]

[ mood | dorky ]

alright this is the last time for today... lets just say I'm trying to get out of doing some yard work so if i tell my mum that I'm fooling around with Photoshop she doesn't mind... becuase she wants me to be good for next school year since I found out I'm now staying in newport for a little while longer... fun, eh?


we've got to keep this traffic going and except a little sinCollapse )

Photobucket just loves me...!!!

-Sarah...yard working pro... avalible for any type of work then yardwork...

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hold that close to you... to know what's real [26 Jun 2004|05:40am]

[ mood | drained ]

here are ther denied stamps... if anythings wrong just tell me... I'll fix it

sorry it's taken me forever... I've been really busy and promised this stuff to you guys weeks ago...


we're the only ones to turn to when your castles turn to sandCollapse )

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drove north, where i found you, waiting. [16 Jun 2004|12:26pm]

[ mood | creative ]

ehh. this is just stream of consciousness poetry i wrote awhile ago. actually, i don't even know what this is. why i am posting this? meh.
not really sure what to do with it, looking for some...pointers? direction? i don't know. some parts are pretty blah. some parts rhyme and some parts don't...i dunno. tell me what you think because this is something i've been wanting to make into something better for awhile.

birds in flightCollapse )

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AUDITION [16 Jun 2004|09:41am]

[ mood | working ]

Two 'bits' of 'stuff'Collapse )

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Say it all [15 Jun 2004|03:53pm]

[ mood | hopeful ]

ok... I know I haven't been voted in or anything... but I talked to offbroadwaybaby ...molly and she said I could post these here...


so nervous...so tenseCollapse )

again thank you for your time...

much love,


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Audition [15 Jun 2004|08:22am]
[ mood | anxious ]

I'll lj-cut you up, bitch.Collapse )

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Audition [12 Jun 2004|11:31pm]

[ mood | sleepy ]

following all the rulesCollapse )

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