Something happened yesterday, on Cosmo, when PoetessDarkly and I were commenting back and forth, and I wanted to let you all know that this happens, so you don’t fall into the dark, frightening abyss that her and I fell into, because it was both harrowing, and stupid, and something I never want anyone else to go through.
It reminded me of that old show, The Twilight Zone, because it was so dark, and sinister, and unexpected.
Anyway, we decided that we would submit the phenomenon to the SciFi Channel because it made such a compelling story, Note: You can view the actual phenomenon in the comments of PoetessDarkly’s Remnants poem…if you dare! Ha ha ha ha!(maniacal laugh), which is the actual backdrop of the script we’ll be sending to them, but I’ve enhanced it in a Twilight Zone type format story, to make it more haunting, so we can make more money on the sale of the show.
There is a fifth dimension. A dimension not only of poetry and of rhyme, but of shrinking comment cells. A journey(Lonely Journey) into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of too many comments. There's the comment post up ahead, your next stop, The Cosmo Zone.
Meet one PoetessDarkly. A poet of particularly fine nature. A writer who strings words together that we didn't even know were words until we Googled them throughout reading her poem, but somehow came together to forge a beautiful image of a murderous flower.
Meet one A Lonely Journey. A poet of exceptionally horrific ability. A rhymer with a pathetically simplistic mind who has difficulty tying a velcro shoelace, let alone writing a coherent sentence. A dork with hair reminiscent of a yak in a windstorm..”.OK! enough Rod!”
Today, they met on a comment field, and exchanged comments like any other day, but as they continued, their comments began to run into obstacle. Little did they know that their comment fields were shrinking uniformly with each new comment in the same run, and eventually they would disappear into oblivion, or into…The Comment Zone.
Matt: Hey, Leeza, great writing on your last
poem. You’re really good!
Leeza: Thanks Matt. And your last poem
definitely had some words in it, and I
think one even had 2 syllables!
Matt: Well, I try to write goodly,
but sometimes my mind is numb.
Leeza: I think your whole
head is numb.
Matt: What? Did you
say I’m dumb?
Leeza: No, I said,
Matt: Oh, great,
Matt: Hey! Are
I think they
Matt: Oh my
Rod Serling: Mr. Lonely Journey, a poor excuse for a poet, yet a gabby fool who won’t shut his mouth in the comment field. Sometimes it’s better to keep your words to yourself, as Mr. Journey found out, sometimes you find your words, and sometimes they are lost, in…The Cosmo Zone. (Da da da da! Chilling musical refrain).
So, I’m just warning you Kids(and making a tidy profit from a cable TV network), that when you comment back and forth with someone…or maybe it’s just PoetessDarkly, she’s got a mild evil streak…hmmm?, that the boxes get smaller and smaller, until, eventually, you disappear completely! Now, luckily for you guys, I was able to come back from the other side(because they didn’t want me over there, and kicked me out), but I don’t know if it’s possible for everyone.
So, be careful!!!