Time For Glasses Again

That's been in my thoughts for days now. I keep forgetting to call the doctor. Just one more bill to take care of, just one more bulk trash to pick, just one more instructions to my yardman, just one more load of laundry.

There! I've forgotten already.

It's Been A While

I meant to include these post in my newer blog, but I haven't been able to because I have no idea how to import it.

The first time I deleted my blog, I wished I had saved a copy of it. Some post there is priceless.

We Call Them Vultures

There is a group of bird who benefits from the flesh of the dead. They get fat on it, thrive on it, and become successful from it. You cannot condemn them, it's how they're made. You can tell by the looks of them that they're vultures. They stay true to their type in looks.

Some people are like that. They get used to the benefits of death and wanted more dead people to fund their lifestyle. If mental torture does not work, they harangue and annoy so much, they're probably hoping you'll kill yourself and make them richer some more.

That's not really surprising. Humans are part of the animal kingdoms after all. If vultures are human, then just the same, they benefit and get rich when someone dies. The big problem with human vulture is they look just like everyone else. They pretend to love, they're like white on rice on their PDA, while at the same time, their hands are slowly, and craftily denuding you of everything, even pride. That's human vulture for you.