The heavens open.
Four Horseman
Descend in horrific
Glory.
War
Death
Famine
Pestilence.
They stand before us
Wreathed in
Flames.
It isn't really the right
Time,
But I think
We should
See other people.
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30 comments:
I don't really get the ending...
Or do you?
No, I don't understand it. Seriously.
Despite the fact that the apocalypse is upon us, we should see other people.
It's just not working out.
Hahaha! I get it...
No mockery, sarcasm, patronization, or any other form of degridation please.
Can I comment on your spelling of 'degridation?'
Go right ahead. How do you spell it, anyway?
You really can't find out how to spell degradation on your own?
You can't use the root of 'degrade' to help you guess?
In my defense, I wasn't feeling well last night, nor was I thinking very clearly.
In my defense, I'm not a good person, so I'm allowed to correct you.
I think.
No, correcting me would mean you want me to improve. If you were not a nice person, you wouldn't correct me--you'd just let me go on making mistakes.
Not if my corrections are in mockery, which they are. Barbed and poisonous, the lot of them.
But still helping me improve. You're being mean while being nice!
I can't be blamed for the unintentional side effects of my mockery.
I wasn't "blaming" you. I was explaining how you were being a not good person and a good person at the same time.
No! I am not good. I am malevolence and spite.
But you also help me with my responsibilities on the blog, critique my writing, allow others to be authors on the blog... You aren't all bad, no matter how much you deny it.
I'm all bad. The results of my actions are not.
Much to my chagrin.
But if you were all bad, then you wouldn't do things that would lead to good. So there is some good in you.
I cannot be held responsible for the unintentional results of my actions.
I suppose not. Still, it goes to show you never know what kind of results your actions might have. :P
Congratulatins, you just invented chaos theory!
I'm aware that I didn't actually invent that idea. There's no need for sarcasm.
There is always a need for sarcasm.
Not when it hurts someone's feelings...
There is always a need for sarcasm.
It's a shame I never commented on this when it was written. This is probably one of my favorite Thursday Thoughts now; nice job.
Now this is a constructive comment. I know what you want more of now.
What do you think I want more of?
Oddities.
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