Last Minute

Don’t look, unless you’re GOING back.

Can one somehow force words into meaning what the speaker wishes them to mean, or must one discover the words proper for his intentions?  (Rhetorical reminder:  When I say “words,” I of course do not mean words themselves, but that which the words merely represent.  Right?)

I heard this one City “blues singer” who just about took such matters to their needed limits when he sang, “And Sometimes I Even STILL Think of ME.”

Hey, you can forget all about a “new, fall season,” in the City it’s ALL reruns.

A Real Revolutionist sometimes waits until the “last minute,” in hopes that it really is.

J.