This was incredibly hard to choose. All the entries were so creative and I am really proud to have them on MY blog! But I must choose only one, and I believe that one shall be:
echo, v: the ability after you’ve gone to leave a part of yourself, however minor with the one you love.
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Now: there were a few honorable mentions…
Peter Landau and his almost distorted way with words. Sometimes his sentences remind me of a Picasso painting (and that’s a GREAT thing, Peter):
Slurreal, adj.: When my bourbon lips kissed your peppermint schnapps lipstick we mixed a mint julep cocktail that melted our wristwatches.
And my brother, I love his because it is based in reality:
euphoria, n.: you sat next to me on our couch, you were trying to be just a bit coy by holding a plate in your hand that contained pickles and ranch dressing, but your eyes alone gave away the joyful message – pregnant!
And I love this one, cause it’s just totally funny:
Volatile, adj.: Me.