I have a disorder that causes me to break up words like that where they end up having a different meaning. For instance disappear means diss a peer. Yep, it’s tough having secret codes inside words. I’m pretty sure it’s the work of some evil force. When you slow everything down and make it stop, it leaves idle hands for the devil’s do. Case in point:
My friend Corrie had a car accident back in 2003. It happened less than a hundred yards from my driveway, same place another friend had an almost fatal crash. There’s a valley and Corrie’s SUV met a tractor trailer coming down the road at the bottom of it. There was a large generator strapped on the bed of teh truck and as soon as it reach the bottom of the hill it snapped and the generator shifted off the truck and right into their SUV. Two girls died sadly, and Corrie had to get skin grafted onto her arm. She’s ok now, thank god. It was such a freak accident I said to my friend even before we knew what was to come of Corrie that it was probably choreographed. Corrie Oh Graft? Some Witch Craft for ya?