25th Post-it: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
City,
How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.
I hate thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, and considering the mortal circumstances, it's got a fucking long arm.
I hate thee freely, as thou would take two brothers and fuck up one's head but not the other, so as to put them at odds.
I hate thee purely, as thou would seek to fuck up and be a murderous bastard in metropolis form. Three letters: W T F stands for you.
I hate thee with a passion for twisting the minds and fucking up the bodies of the people who live here, Jackass.
...I hate thee slightly less for this, because that was fucking hysterical.
I loathe thee with all the anger, breath, tears, fury, blood and bile of all my unlife. But deities willing, I'll manage to loathe thee better the next curse.
And now to clean up the apartment. Hatred makes way for apathy, and que sera sera, assholes.
All in all, a pretty good modern improvement to Elizabeth Browning's 1850 sonnet. Dad would be proud.
How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.
I hate thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, and considering the mortal circumstances, it's got a fucking long arm.
I hate thee freely, as thou would take two brothers and fuck up one's head but not the other, so as to put them at odds.
I hate thee purely, as thou would seek to fuck up and be a murderous bastard in metropolis form. Three letters: W T F stands for you.
I hate thee with a passion for twisting the minds and fucking up the bodies of the people who live here, Jackass.
...I hate thee slightly less for this, because that was fucking hysterical.
I loathe thee with all the anger, breath, tears, fury, blood and bile of all my unlife. But deities willing, I'll manage to loathe thee better the next curse.
And now to clean up the apartment. Hatred makes way for apathy, and que sera sera, assholes.
All in all, a pretty good modern improvement to Elizabeth Browning's 1850 sonnet. Dad would be proud.