I started a sentence proclaiming that cliches are worse than satan, but that downplays the issue. See, satan made a choice. He thought the way that heaven was being run was pretty lame, so he went off to form a brand new empire. It worked. Until it started getting a bad rep from the 'ole apostles. Is it really his fault that the "bad"(up for debate) people go there? Did he really get to decide that? We never hear the full story. I bet god raped his girlfriend or something. Past being a backstabber, god was not the most open minded deity either. Oh, wait, you questioned one of his flock? Too bad sir, your town is fucked. Meteors, fire, unicorns; god was a mean guy. Actually, he more closely resembles a girl in this capacity. So, god is likely a betrayer, definitely a murderer, and a fascist fuck intent on the full and complete domination of the heavens.
What a bitch.
Cliches though. They are to be pitied because, like satan, they did not choose the bad rep that they have garnered. Striving for a display of emotion, true emotion, pathos to shake the resolve of a stricken lover - all for nought. Let us look at "it's not you it's me." Honest, poignant, concise. Fantastic attributes. However, these first two traits are rendered nugatory from the first in that people do not feel the full effect of cliches anymore. If I'm here trying to really explain to a girl, that "Darling, really, it's not you--"
-- = slappage.
I am disenchanted.
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