One Lucky Soul: Words I Made Up

Words I Made Up — The Twenty Second by Omar Cherif, One Lucky Soul

Following the latest in the series, Words I Made Up — The Twenty First, here is numero 22 with 10 new creations.

Before we begin though, I would like to share with you that the total number of views of our One Lucky Soul blog here has surpassed One Million this last week. Starting in 2011 as some kind of soft opening, still learning the abc, but it was early 2014 when I took OLS more seriously by publishing all my work here rather than elsewhere. Naturally along the way, I would sometimes marvel about the day it grows and develops — like watching a baby reach different milestones towards adulthood.

That number may mean little to mainstream media publications, especially today with social media as a main platform. But it remains a different story given the nature of what is shared herein. One must be doing something right. Numbers aside however, you can’t go wrong when you follow your bliss.

Man, it’s crazy when you think about a million people scattered around the globe reading your own writings, research, thoughts, musings; taking a journey into your very mind and soul; a humbling experience too.

For someone who does it all by himself and just out of pure passion, this seems quite satisfying. Looking back, having my own publication turned out to be truly rewarding. It is also one of the main creative outlets for my well-being and mental health that I am utterly grateful for. I must thank all you readers for sharing this whimsical ride we call life with me.

One last thing is that upon reflection on this past decade and a half of One Lucky Soul, I can honestly say that the Words I Made Up Series is kind of like my thermometer for where I am in life — psychologically, emotionally, creatively. It is the most fun, absurd, creative, ridiculous, and liberating endeavour all at once. While in poetry we learn to break language rules, new rules are being invented here, or rather re-written since language is still used but on my own terms.

That said, between 2015 and 2018 while in L.A with weekly Venice Beach Drum Circle and monthly Full Lunacy 18 articles came out. From then all the way to January 2024 when back to Egypt — confused about what to do with my life — there are only 3 articles. They start picking up again after relocating to Dahab. So it’s a clear reflection of how things are going. Onward Forward.

Alright, let’s do this...

• Ignorinse (n): Lack of knowledge which can be washed off, out, and away.

• Delugion (n): Deceptive and illusory appearance that causes severe floods.

• Epifanny (n): Sudden realisation revealing the location of the female’s genitals and how they function, which is exclusive to men.

*A reminder of Cuntstable (n): A police rank designated for exceptionally contemptible and obnoxious officers — from Words I Made Up — The Seventeenth.

**Also of Cuntribute (v): To provide or supply jerkish matters — from The Eleventhquel.

***And Cuntcentrate (v): Focus one’s attention on jerkish matters — from The Ninthquel.

****Finally Cuntry (n): A nation where everyone is a pussy — from The Seventhquel.

• Preprosperous (adj): Financially successful yet utterly absurd and ridiculous while acting contrary to reason or common sense.

• Defeet (v): To conquer using only kicks or by removing the feet of one’s adversaries.

Another reminder of Feettuccini (n): Egg and flour pasta made flat by stepping on it — from The Thirteenth. Ta-Da.

• Mensturbation (n): A monthly period lasting for several days during which males discharge large quantities of semen due to higher-than-normal sexual stimulation.

• Stragedy (n): A plan of action that leads to significant suffering, destruction, distress.

• Inkarceration (n): The act of getting a tattoo while in prison.

• Absintheeism (n): The practice of regularly staying away from work or school to drink Absinthe.

• Subdude (n & v): A restrained and repressed man.

Antonym: Domdude.