Inthrowing is a good word. Ballular is a great word. Both are words that I made up, and use. And both of these words are better words than friendle. Friendle is a such a bad word, that not even a best selling children’s novel could bring its actual use to life. It’s probably because it makes no sense. It’s like inventing a telepathy machine and calling it a bootylooga, because you’re in your 40s, as you’re writing in the perspective of a 10 year old, who’s got a bad idea for making sense. Friendle. What a stupid word. For pen——come on. You should call it a pen because the word pen exists. Wordsmithing, done at all, requires invention of a nominal, not nominalizing denial. I give that book a D plus for that reason. But I’m a harsh grader. Though I am thoughtful. And I do indeed know what I think. I think I’m thinking about the power of one fact——how it can more than count against you, it can usurp the combining weight of literally everything else that can be graded. I liked the book a lot more when I was a little kid. I recall it provided an early fantasy of my own personal visions of my own greatness——future greatness——future, prospective greatness: that fictional little kid who seemed like he was doing nothing, yet was so relateble because it was his story, inventing a new word, that was so good, he had his own antagonist. Somebody tell me they’re deeply moved by the word ballular. (Remember that I invented it.) Somebody try and stop me from making everyone use it. Nothing. Crickets. Not a soul is moved enough to even share with anyone the word; it will not get used by anyone but me at all. Despite it is perfect. Ballular: a physical tendency in which the weight of a 3-D form collects increasingly towards the center of its mass. For example, bears, hippos, cows, and frogs, shaped a lot like balls or at least like disks by 2 dimensions if not like balls of all 3, do appear ballular, compared to crocodiles, snakes, eels, Prtugese man of war, flamingos, and giraffes, who unballular, grow with less equidistance inside of 3 dimensions. See that’s sophisticated. That’s a word that makes more sense than even the forgotten reasons that persuaded us to evince our real words. That’s how it is supposed to be done. Words exist for the purpose of life: making someone become able to read your mind. I do not care, it can be for nothing else; I know it. Friendle not only sucks in the hand, it doesn’t have a ring to it——and worse it sinks in, not like the acceptance of death which would be good——but more like the acceptance of a job opportunity that you know will keep you in poverty which is similar. Some say adhere to nihilism. I understand nihilism gets what it is but somehow still sees what it isn’t. It’s a juvenile point of view in the sense that it always becomes abandoned. If not in life then at least by come the afterlife. It’s just that it’s fucking wrong.