to sing some medieval Hebrew poetry that you've half-memorized out of a book along with all the other congregants. If you want to seek a true connection to God beyond mere recitation, the translation can be found on the opposite-facing page.
a prison or shelter for the care of homeless or misbehaving dogs
of an environment in which people sometimes say things that aren't true, especially in regards to my political opponents
a piano haunted by the ghost of a pianist, left to forever play whatever piece it was that led to his death.
one who attempts to defend an idea without letting on that they find it defensible
a statement that is not sufficiently dissenting
grown-up word for umbrella step
to burgle with bravado
a type of graph that I haven't seen since I learned about it in grade school, and I look at a lot of graphs these days.
a person who uses their great wealth to purchase virtuousness, which is contractually obligated to be mentioned titularly in any articles about scandals or atrocities.
having the adjective after the noun in nominal form joined by 'with', such as 'a person with autism' (rather than 'an autistic' or 'an autistic person'), 'a person with bisexuality' (instead of 'a bisexual' or 'a bisexual person'), or 'the person with presidency' (instead of 'the president' or 'the presidential person')
skin seen as the canvas for artworks in the medium of ink
a closet for keeping food, wines, bandages, Caprisun, gum, earplugs, paper plates, and plastic utensils
a computer that can be held in the palm. Smartphones are not palmtops because, in addition to making calculations, storing data, running programs, being programmable, and accessing the Internet, they can also make phone calls.
to staunchly not enjoy (a thing you once loved).
a vague hinting at some sort of unspecified imminent and preventable danger
personality type involving quirks like perfectionism, fastidiousness, and recurring horrific images of oneself committing suicide that can get so disturbing that one cowers in a ball motionless for over an hour to stop one from killing myself
remember back in, what, 3rd grade, was it? when at the end of the school year there was nothing to do in class and we just sat in a line and gave the person in front a back rub? Back when we could be intimate, bonding like that. Nowadays we'd be all self-conscious and we would all be uncomfortably joking about sexual undertones, but back then it was just a thing we did as peers. But now that we're teenagers we can never be in that state of innocent, friendly intimacy.
a logical fallacy where I don't follow
a phenomenon where you think you're in a life-threatening or horrific situation, but you're actually just hallucinating to distract you from the maddening oblivion that comes with lying motionless in the dark for hours. Relax.
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“"observers" must obey the call.”
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