I was just thinking about one of my favorite words.

Fuck.

(Ma, go ahead and turn this off, if you want.)

Seriously, I love that word. I have a degree in creative writing, I adore Shakespeare, I read poetry, I find beauty in the stark but simple prose of McMurty and Hemingway and I snap my fingers along with Kerouc’s ramblings. I KNOW words, and I adore them.

I just really like Fuck.

It grabs you like no other word.

It is noun, verd, adjective, adverd.

It’s the funniest fuckin’ word in the world, and Eddie and Martin can prove that to ya.

It’s the scariest word in the world, and Bobby and Al can prove that to ya too, ya Fuck.

It offends.

It entices.

It horrifies.

It precludes denial, it starts arguments and ends them, it’s right there in your face.

Fuck.

It’s the only word I have ever come across that no matter how many times you repeat it, it doesn’t lose all meaning.

It NEVER loses meaning.

Nothing tells everyone how wrong things are going, and with more emphasis, than one simple uttered word.

No other word makes you feel better after a bad day.

No other word makes you feel better after hitting your thumb with a hammer.

Fuck.