In the urban jungle I'd bagged the common

In the urban jungle I'd bagged the common Thesaurus, the contrary Antonymosaurus, & heard the fearful Onomatopoeiasaurus, but I'd never crossed with one of these dangerous words

because the crossword puzzles I played were all "safe." But the web changed the Urban Jungle. Now there were freak dictionaries for me to kill. For instance, the deadly

real words, true words -- words with a history, not the vaporous mintings of a summer's day that might not be Scrabble-legal when My Extreme Crossword Puzzles is finally published

in the Staffordshire Herald. It wasn't enough to be literate. The complexity and meaning of Byron's poetry had inspired me to

Investigate the library like Saramago's main character in All The Names. I spent whole days at the library doing my research. At least I had the keys and could go anytime.

But it seems that while inside the library Nature never called and although, it was true I could go anytime, I never felt the need to do so. I was invisible to Nature as long as I

remained in the library. But if I were to set foot outside of the library, I would need to relieve myself immediately. These things build up, you know. So I stood at the doors

holding my cramping crotch. I hopped a little to the left then to the right. Someone thought it was a interpretive dance display, they called a crowd. The library doors were clogg

-ed by the audience. They copied me, hopping side-to-side, and my eyes teared up as they blocked the bathroom door. Somebody started the music, and I let loose on the dance floor.