Synonymia (si-no-ni’-mi-a): In general, the use of several synonyms together to amplify or explain a given subject or term. A kind of repetition that adds emotional force or intellectual clarity. Synonymia often occurs in parallel fashion. The Latin synonym, interpretatio, suggests the expository and rational nature of this figure, while another Greek synonym, congeries, suggests the emotive possibilities of this figure.
It was a huge, gigantic, jumbo, colossal pimple. It had popped up on my stomach. I had never heard of anybody getting a pimple on their stomach. But, there it was.
It was shaped like the famous Matterhorn located on the borders on Switzerland Italy. I had never been there, but I knew what it looked like—especially its sheer face that mountain climbers relished.
Suddenly, I could hear distant yodeling. I had a fever. I knew I was losing my mind. Then, a tiny, micro-flock of sheep ran across my stomach and disappeared in the bedsheets. I was freaking out and shaking with chills.
Then, I heard the distintive sound of the alphorn. I knew what it was from the Ricola herbal drops advertised on TV when I was a kid. Some guy in lederhosen would yell “Ricolaaa” with a Swiss accent and the guys behind him would blow their alphorns. I didn’t care. I was dying. Death by pimple was unheard of. But I was probably going to die. I was terminally stupid.
I never should’ve gulped down that Nutella, cream cheese, marshmallow, cake frosting, and maple syrup smoothy. I knew my body would react, but not like this. In retrospect, it wasn’t worth the risk—my body is sugar intolerant—worse than gluten intolerant. There was no place for sugar in my body. Abstinence, continence, self-denial sum up what should be my reaction to it. I shouldn’t even look at sugar, let alone, drink concoctions containing it.
God! Now there were micro men and women doing the Swiss hambo dance around my belly button. That did it. If I survived I swear I will never, ever, ever eat a grain of sugar again.
With that, the whole mess disappeared, although there was still yodeling coming from under my bed.
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