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these whisper wet combinations aren't used properly - why whisper about things that are issues in essence because they are not talked about. small-black-letter things that deserve whispering



gos·sip (go' sep)
n.

rumor or talk of a personal, sensational, or
intimate nature; a person who habitually spreads
intimate or private rumors or facts; trivial, chatty
talk or writing; a close friend or companion

intr.v. gos·siped, gos·sip·ing, gos·sips
to engage in or spread gossip



what deserves whispering. things like gossip. actually, gossip is the only thing. and, true. gossip is whispered, usually. small-black-lettering gossip strips the false power, the dirty dessert element. gossip is the semantic equivalent of pastry and pudding; if the gossip is true, others' keeping the experience alive in distant words is unnecessary. we are full, and still, we eat dessert - it is there, and we can. gluttony of I know something about you and can't wait to tell

arguing gossip builds community is creative. how can something that destroys an individual build a group of individuals. how can anyone engage in gossip without destroying a bit of self

probably the only valid argument for gossip is the honing of oral communication skills. this involves intricate multi-tasking of thinking and motor abilities. it involves persuasive non verbal cues and charisma. it involves enhanced interpretation and regurgitation skills. it involves improvisation and paraphrase, and predictions based on the assumed facts. it involves - masters possess and exercise this quality - catharsism and a logical, eager flow of historical tidbits

arguing gossip promotes a pursuit for truth in public debate is creative. gossip does not fact check, and something fundamentally hostile can not be classified a respectable position of debate

probably the only valid argument for gossip is it feels good. you have a thought. you let it drop. someone catches it mid fall. they run with it. the wind is blowing both of yours hair. the butterflies are clearing a path as your bodies twirl in the heart of the storm. and, it all feels lovely. you don't feel you, you feel the gossip. the gossip sends a surge of false power through you. you ride the surge until satisfaction or an empty tank leaves you huffy in spilled power

will power is what creates saints, angel like beings concerned and willing to fight for strangers' good names. but who wants to be a saint. none of us. sad point - we grow in the feast of gossip

in the feast. we know who has and wants and needs what. we know what we have, what we don't, what we need, what we want. in the feast. we grow. we grow because the world isn't the narrow corridor of our existence, there is something greater than us. despite the necessity of speaking on another's misfortune or jealous-drenched fortune, gossip serves a greater purpose of giving us something to discipline our time, effort and money toward, and - at the very least, it gives us a warning of things to discipline our time, effort and money to avoid