This LIFE is semi-retired.

Hi! I'm updating this space to tell you guys that this second, seemingly, kinda, sort of unsuccessful attempt at deeply documenting my thoughts I call a blog will now be semi-retired. Facebook status updates and tweeting are a lot easier these days to blab about things like my views on life, society, and current events. Blogging, however, takes a little bit of thought. Heck, even THIS pinned post takes a while to be typed too.

The NARNIA division, however, I shall try and actively live it up; where I'll say good or crappy things about films, TV series, music, video games, events, or literature I have read... if this lazy-leech thing ever comes off of my brain, that is. 'Till then.


Broken number two, torn up guts, and the story of a hungry zombie.

Once upon a time, there was this one very famished hobo. Which means his surroundings are equal to stomach fillers = life savers. But of all the scattered rotten goodness he dared to call food, he saw this one very nasty looking meat patty; the home of maggots and the like. But the thing that's wrong with his picture would be... of all the decent-looking chucked-away foods on the ground, he picked that one up; the very nasty meat patty, to be digested, to keep himself breathing. 

Okay, I know. You'll go all "What the eff's wrong with that hobo?! His brain needs food even more than he does!" My comment on this situation would be... everyone has their reason of doing what they have decided. So, I think the hobo knows that the meat patty would provide him the satisfaction he desires; because he trusts the patty so damn much. In return, instead of toying with his digestive system, the patty provided him the end of his hunger instead.

The conclusion? Appreciate whatever that you have; and trust me... that thing you have will pay back your kindness, without your consent. But if you choose otherwise, the consequences... will never be the same. 

Till then.

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