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.

20101009

Ill-minded gangsters actually do have principles.

Maybe a good fucking beating is the only thing clinging on their brains, but I really do feel their flames of anxiety; yes, they are very anxious  in being the best at what they do; and that is being better than anyone else who dares to block their path to the top. That's the only thing they have in their demented minds and won't let any pesky rats eat their golden cheese. It's theirs, and they know it. And with good support, they're a mass of indestructible tanks. Cheese guardian, beware. You'll be in one hell of a hellacious beatdown, bitch! Because it's lions that are coming to get you; not cuddly little kittens.

P/S: This tidbit of my thoughts is courtesy of Crows ZERO. Nice gangster movie, that's for sure.

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