Neoplasm is ambiguous

Unlike the oath, promise, swear or duty, the curse acknowleges that sometimes the magic doesn't work, whereon it's rendered 'wishfull thinking' – a proposition which cannot be made legally binding but is, never-the-less, only a contract with possibility. Sometimes the magic needs a little push or self-fulfilling prophecy.

A kindred curse for christians is "May you find truth in all your beliefs", should one wish to void heaven or set the globe on fire and grind stone before descending.

Anaplexy is an ascending twist like a slinky spring well before coming down the stairs, a figure skater leaping from a spin, the reverse image of the cataplexic fall or a wriggling miscarriage – a rigid slunk in the winter. A relaxed spring moves no pinballs toward their confusing, cataleptic destination in ticking points for the win.

The root, also glossed "plastic", used to refer to a maleable material – hence "pliable" – suitable for twisting or braiding, such as steamed wood or raw vine or strips of hemp-stem. Spun wool would also suffice, but not 1.) exceptionally well, which is too 2.) to say "rotten" for basketry or rattan furniture. The new twist or neoplasm rendered of plastic, while still organic due to its carbon base, is considered fakery in the arts, a rare (or quickly cooked) oil derivitive made to resemble something naturally growing and readily collectable. All displays are now cancerous, being digitised in the microwave bandage.

Plainspeak (like rare meat or quickly cooked books) is the democratisation of language, imposed by neglect or favoured flavour for fashion (spartanly paid but never tartanly plaid), and chief anti-cancer drug. Plainspeak is a syringe like the ring of power to cure all lines of thinking from meandering off the mainline and into the blank space between the inkspots on the page, the territory of questionable associations and neoplastic growths away from the compliant followers of lines marching across the page like fascist blackshirts in an italian parade or their brown-shirted cousins to the north hypoventilating at a regemented rally. Too many words have the same destructive effect on mainstream acu(r)ity as a single neo-logism or lexical carcinogen. "Acalculia" is a medical condition where-in every stone is left unturned and differences are polished smooth to bring the appearance of a sterile background, after-which every spell-check identifies "aculeate" with "acolyte" ... No question about it, the short answer suffices for nothing but an abbreviated R.I.P. in the brainpan.

On the other hand and taken literally, thought is merely the past tense of think, a verb (in spite of the similarity to lisping sots sinking boats), putting thoughts in the same bag as recollection, hear-say and other ambiguous artifacts – inappropriate evidence in any court of law or review by your peers. Association with a difference, especially a provisional one, is way out-of-line behavior. No bearing on originality, there are no facts in art to be dug up to impend your off-line case: live art is only a performance, the provision is what you eat. Depending stops clocks when the swinging pendulum is held tight or bearings roughed up.