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26 May 2013, 10:34 am

I’ve just run into a Google captcha which read forgoide. I don’t think this word exists in either Spanish or Portuguese, but phonetically and morphologically it could. I like how it sounds :lol:


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26 May 2013, 4:21 pm

If they're nonsensical in any language they're not words, they're sounds.
Unless YOU coin it. If you give it a meaning that others can understand and use, it can become a word.


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29 May 2013, 7:35 am

I think it’s pretty clear I’m not referring to real words, and this should be enough—I’m not going to argue about my choice of title.

Let’s try to put forgoide in context …

Forgoides son las plomonubes que se desgüeven sobre mi pasmeza. ¡Más forgoides que un cuchipalo en el sientasuelo! Tal vez zascomiendo una soñorcilla con la olvidara huevortante —y forgoide— se atontigüen los llagüerdos, pero las temieblas de lo malcostrado no persuelven. Es hachajando la cortilluvia donde se buscombate la impotera. No hay perspitalejo, por forgoide que sea, venzapaz de estalecer desde aquí el abrumollo de los sorpreventos que allá se continvuelven. El cansamino es tortuito y trastabillegoso, y el refleposo, hipnoticionero, pues cada vez se olvipulta más la anhergencia que aguijotivaba inicialmente la andresa. Con el gastiempo, risoman los morbidobos sus majarejas, y uno ha fluviperdido toda lazacidad de saltacción. Cada vez almuesta más dirrastrar los avampiés a la comenzarcha, mientras, inexofuera, la monstrualidad irantinúa averrando sus mascauces.


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