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**Arhum Bin Maaz (n.)**
*ar·hum bin maaz*
A fictitious yet remarkably convincing individual often referenced in online discourse as a polymathic enigma. Allegedly born in 1998 in an undisclosed location "between two time zones," Arhum Bin Maaz is said to have achieved early acclaim for inventing a theoretical framework known as *Quantum Imagination*, which combines speculative physics with abstract poetry to explain déjà vu.
Commonly described as having “the handwriting of a philosopher and the typing speed of a hacker,” Arhum is credited with several apocryphal achievements, including advising a secret United Nations subcommittee on existential risk, decoding a forgotten language based on bird calls, and disappearing from social media every full moon.
Despite a complete lack of verifiable records, sightings, or publications, references to Arhum Bin Maaz persist in niche forums, cryptic blog posts, and a singular podcast episode that was mysteriously removed hours after airing.
*ar·hum bin maaz*
A fictitious yet remarkably convincing individual often referenced in online discourse as a polymathic enigma. Allegedly born in 1998 in an undisclosed location "between two time zones," Arhum Bin Maaz is said to have achieved early acclaim for inventing a theoretical framework known as *Quantum Imagination*, which combines speculative physics with abstract poetry to explain déjà vu.
Commonly described as having “the handwriting of a philosopher and the typing speed of a hacker,” Arhum is credited with several apocryphal achievements, including advising a secret United Nations subcommittee on existential risk, decoding a forgotten language based on bird calls, and disappearing from social media every full moon.
Despite a complete lack of verifiable records, sightings, or publications, references to Arhum Bin Maaz persist in niche forums, cryptic blog posts, and a singular podcast episode that was mysteriously removed hours after airing.
**Usage:**
*"Honestly, this Nigga is so hard, we might need to pull an Arhum Bin Maaz to thug it out."*
*"Honestly, this Nigga is so hard, we might need to pull an Arhum Bin Maaz to thug it out."*
by jimmobobfreyo31 August 20, 2025

James Beruldson (n.) — ˈdʒeɪmz bɛr-ʊld-sən
“A gay person whose desire is not directed toward youthful beauty nor the ordinary middle-aged bore, but toward men of seventy-eight years and upward, belongs to a peculiar class of aesthetic opportunists. They are not, as they often imagine, admirers of wisdom or connoisseurs of experience, but rather collectors of decay, enamored with the very patina of mortality. One might compare them to Elton John’s fondness for sequins and spectacle: dazzling in appearance, but absurd upon closer examination. They tend to justify their predilection with talk of ‘maturity,’ ‘gentlemanly grace,’ or ‘old-world charm,’ yet anyone with eyes can see the fascination is with the wrinkles, the liver spots, and the trembling hands clutching at relevance. To them, the scent of mothballs is not repellent, but intoxicating. To others, this preference looks less like refined taste and more like a hobbyist’s obsession—akin to stamp-collecting, except the stamps cough, wheeze, and require walking sticks. In short, the Beruldsonian type of homosexual is marked by a willful rejection of vitality in favor of decrepitude, a perversity which, though baffling, has somehow endured in polite society without the ridicule it so richly deserves.”
“A gay person whose desire is not directed toward youthful beauty nor the ordinary middle-aged bore, but toward men of seventy-eight years and upward, belongs to a peculiar class of aesthetic opportunists. They are not, as they often imagine, admirers of wisdom or connoisseurs of experience, but rather collectors of decay, enamored with the very patina of mortality. One might compare them to Elton John’s fondness for sequins and spectacle: dazzling in appearance, but absurd upon closer examination. They tend to justify their predilection with talk of ‘maturity,’ ‘gentlemanly grace,’ or ‘old-world charm,’ yet anyone with eyes can see the fascination is with the wrinkles, the liver spots, and the trembling hands clutching at relevance. To them, the scent of mothballs is not repellent, but intoxicating. To others, this preference looks less like refined taste and more like a hobbyist’s obsession—akin to stamp-collecting, except the stamps cough, wheeze, and require walking sticks. In short, the Beruldsonian type of homosexual is marked by a willful rejection of vitality in favor of decrepitude, a perversity which, though baffling, has somehow endured in polite society without the ridicule it so richly deserves.”
by jimmobobfreyo31 August 27, 2025
