Marty Dodd, grown, writing about superheroes, to his cousin, in public, ended with:

...tell him to "Chill out bro", which we all know is the trigger phrase which makes no bro chill.
in context, on the page "Seeing Writing"
For my page on lyrics and poetry with small, ancient words, go to one of these links, depending:
from a computer, three-column, best format or for a phone, narrowed; works well.

Once on facebook I described a quiet outing to two stores, in winter, pre-sunrise:
Oddly, this morning, I needed to go shopping before daylight. 6:30 a.m. and it was 47 degrees outside. It felt like Spring, and smelled like the mountains.

No one was shopping but me. Employees were there, at Albertson's, and Walgreens—smiling, all morning-fresh and happy. The roads were nearly empty and the sun was coming up pink.

A friend of mine, Shonna Lee, commented:
It's refreshing how a string of simple words can sound so poetic!
I hadn't been aiming to be poetic, but just to describe why it seemed worth reporting. It was unusual; there were surprising aspects.

The link is below. There are a few more comments on winter/spring, and the air, and the writing.
(on my facebook page, January 31, 2016)

I'm interested in words, in English, and in the history of English. The small words are often the earliest and oldest. I like the compound words made of those small words.

Bookshelf

Washcloth

Cupboard

Woodshed

Sunflower

Snowball

Snowman 		Doorbell

Bathtub

Outhouse

Bathhouse

Sunshine

Moonlight

Waterfall


Seeing Writing



Words



Title art by Devyn Dodd, 2024