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January 9, 2011
I like to feel words when they roll over my tongue and dropped from my mouth. Names. I like names.

Christen. Sharp and long like a thorn. "Chrissss" the stem and "ten" the bloody point.

Christian. Sharp, but brittle this time. The syllables break and shatter on my lips. Like shale under foot.

Christopher. Warm and flaky. Buttery. Like Pillsbury rolls right out of the oven.

Words are stronger than we give them credit for. They have more power than we let ourselves believe. Words are not just ink on a page. They are their own creatures, wild and dangerous.