There is a song inside you. Sing it, or else you're nothing more than a nightingale without a throat, an oyster sealed shut, just another pig withholding its bacon.
"Telemoonfa" doesn't really mean anything. It's a cool-sounding word I made up, and it's my blogging alias.
Even though "telemoonfa" does not have a clear meaning, it does have a neat origin, which is as follows: I had an algebra class in high school a long time ago, and I remember one of the word problems in our textbook said something like, "Moonfa and Roger whizzed off to Jupiter." Moonfa was going such and such a speed and Roger was going such and such a speed... and you had to figure out who got to Jupiter first. You know the type of problem.
But what's important here is not what speed they were going or who got there first, but the really really important thing is that the guy's name is Moonfa. That's a weird name. But I liked it then, and I like it now.
Moonfa.
Ha ha ha.
The point is, I liked the sound of Moonfa. And the prefix "tele" is great because it sounds like the future. I put "tele" and "moonfa" together and I got "telemoonfa."
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