Diazeugma (di-a-zoog’-ma): The figure by which a single subject governs several verbs or verbal constructions (usually arranged in parallel fashion and expressing a similar idea); the opposite of zeugma.
The truck hit the pothole, flipped over, caught fire, and exploded. I felt like I was watching a movie— maybe something ok like “Death of a Truck.” Maybe its remains could be piled in a dump truck and driven slowly to the junkyard followed by a procession of truck drivers, including Amazon, UPS, and followed by a column of independent truckers.
Lately, I’ve had too many of these experiences—observing tragedies. Two weeks ago I was doing my three-card monte scam, cruising along, fleecing the punters out in front of Trump Tower. This is a great place—it has a con vibe the covers the scam and makes it look like a legitimate gamble.. I even wear a blond wig and a blue suit. I tell the punters I’m Trump’s cousin and they eat it up. That day, I had about ten people clustered around the game, taking turns losing their money. Suddenly, a drone flew in and hovered overheard. The punters looked up and said chorused “Oooh!” I got under my card table. It started playing Deep Purple’s “Space Truck’n” as it hovered overheard. Then it said “Bobby Boy, you’ve reached the end of the line.” I invited Bobby under my table. The drone dipped down and blew my table over. Bobby was exposed! A tow hook lowered from the drone and hooked the back of Bobby’s pants and flew off with Bobby yelling “I didn’t know. I didn’t know!”
The next day, the headlines read “Stockbroker Skyhooked to Hell.” I read the story and Bobby had been dipped in industrial waste, sewage and the giant grease trap in Hoboken behind Ghost Burgers, the first burger joint opened in the Colonies in 1791. they found Bobby barely with blistered skin covered with sewage and grease.
The police determined that had invested all of a client’s capital in Truth Social. Bobby would not say who the client was and he’s afraid he’ll be attacked again. At one point, he winked at his interrogator and sad “I musk go to the restroom.” Hmmm.
There have been many more strange episodes. A hyena stole my car last Friday. He drove by with his big toothy smile and then sped away. A troupe of rats was doing acrobatics on the sidewalk in front of my apartment. They were wearing tights advertising d-con: the rat poison. I saw a woman juggling three babies in car seats with a bottle of Mr. Clean balanced on her head. I was impressed by her strength and choice of cleaning products.
One more: I saw a man stuck to the sidewalk by a piece of bubble gum. He had been there for three hours. He was begging for somebody to bring him a putty knife or some WD-40. A passing teenager offered to cut off his foot. Eventually, the man took off his shoe and was freed.
So, if you keep your eyes open, there is a plethora of weird things to see.
Definition courtesy of “Silva Rhetoricae” (rhetoric.byu.edu)
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