Tellif.

If you are not in the majority you are wrong.

"Why, that's bullshit, sir. What if the majority is wrong?"

What you say is going against fundamental cornerstones of Democracy! Of Capitalism! Of the God-blessed U S of A! Out infidel, LEAVE!

Something to that effect occured a few days ago in English.  The class received our test scores.  I did well, but one of the questions and my subsequent "incorrect" answer troubled me. Upon asking her, I debated the reasoning for my case.

Oh, that is a very intriguing answer. I can see why you thought that, and you defended your case excellently. Class, who else put (somebullshitmultiplechoiceletter) for #32?

We'll stay conservative and call it seven hands.

Oh my, it does appear that you are not in the majority.  I am terribly sorry, but your answer just does not have basis now.

.....

What the fuck? The majority is the deciding factor? The majority thought the Jews were the cause of their problems; Churchill himself was for anti-Semitism. So, the destruction of the Jewish culture is then warranted? The death of JESUS CHRIST is then warranted? No, not just warranted. Upon this premise of the majority rules no matter how retarded, the rest of the public is left to ascertain that the death of JESUS CHRIST was GOOD?

I'm atheist, and even I think that's fucked up.

My wall is my door

I've noticed there is blood on my wall

I've noticed there is blood on my wall

I stumbled upon it when my cat did too

But she's probably known of it for some time.

It froze me for a second or two

I'm not proud of it, I worried too soon

I thought I'd have to do something about it

But there's not enough wet to wash it in time.

I thought of what to do with it

And collected a piece of it, just a bit

I drove it to town, up in downtown

Cute girl at the desk was mad for taking my time.

The first scientist analyzed with a frown

And the second seconded his concluded frown

I thought it to be an aimless endeavor

But I needed to do something with my time.

I came home washed blood from my wall

I came home washed blood from my wall

I came home washed blood on my wall

I came home washed blood on my wall

Earlier before this time

I should've explained, but I was scared:

The wall is a door is a wall is a door is a wall is a door is my wall is my door;

I'm scaring my scares by opening the sores.

Flawed/Awe

It's been awhile, and maybe for the worse.

"I think I'm a bad person. I do this this and this.  But, maybe I just have flaws."

Well, hang-on here.  Flaws? Flaws are negative.  Flaws are imperfections.  A flawed diamond fetches for less than the flawless-lifeless variant.  

Flaws, yes, are bad. 

When, pray tell, do you stop being flawed and end up bad?  Because, I'm trying to be honest, it's not cute, and it's not a "don't you love me so?" kinda thing.