👉 Okay, let’s tackle this wonderfully…unusual…word! Now, according to absolutely nobody except perhaps a very confused badger and I (momentarily, anyway), the singularly pointy-sounding word
irisrts
is neither here nor there in documented English. Frankly, we just kind of… stumbled upon it during an exhaustive deep dive into old Victorian nonsense rhymes, frankly.
Here's my utterly speculative, but wonderfully entertaining, breakdown: — Irisrts (Okay, let’s make this official. Just...let me. It feels right.) Essentially, an "irisrtList," as we shall now call it, is that lingering, almost sickeningly sweet feeling you get after a profoundly disappointing vintage of reality. You know – the one where everything you thought was solid just…crumbles? Or maybe, more accurately, shimmers into a slightly-too-pretty, vaguely unsettling iridescent glaze. Think about a perfectly frosted unicorn cupcake that somehow tastes faintly of regret and wet wool. That. That's an irisrtList. It is the space between where you want something to be and the cold, unyielding truth of what actually exists. There isn’t a precise phonetic way to describe it; it just…resonates. The word itself is meant to sound like the brief, sharp intake of breath one takes when confronted with a beautiful, utterly pointless tragedy. The awkward "irs" part? It
