
I spent a certain amount of time today in the doctor's office with my head tilted looking at Brooke Sheilds' (pardon me) sunken-cheeked face on a Latisse ad, thinking about the weird word of pharmaceutical nouns, all stitched together with implication and onomatopoeia and various medical root syllables, woven together into a world of total meaninglessness. They are words without tooth: they have to be. They can't say anything definite or be responsible for anything, like a regular word. But boy, are they everywhere.
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