Z
There’s a linguistic difference between ‘someone’ and ‘somenone’. The former, as you have learnt in Grade 1, is grammatically acceptable. On the other hand, the latter, is absofreakingly rejected by any English user… except me.
See, I use this form for some reasons. First, you can’t call someone someone when you can’t even see that he is indeed one, instead of two or a million. Secondly, you can’t call someone someone when your logical decency screams out that there’s actually no one. So, again, use of ‘somenone’ only holds true in MY TERRITORY (Ugh! Do I sound overauthoritative?… Nah!)
So, this Z came to me when I was very… plain. He saw me when I was invisible. He saw me even clearer when I turned out blazing dazzling no less amazing. But neither I-am nor I-was tried to refuse the high of being intoxicated by hazardous fumes. I even inhaled the fumes, knowing that I could get morbid, or even worse, die. For all it’s worth, I could sell my siblings to know that being a solemn loner that I’ve been, Z’s been always a good company.
