I have played in the dead gardens of attention seekers before in the past. The ignorant who plant their futures in the dead gardens do not have much to offer, as there is even less to plant within the stench of its necrotic soil. I never could understand those who enjoy frolicking within the diseased soil these stench filled necrotic gardens provide for others to waste away within. There are many of the others who enjoy complaining about their tedious lives, as the defeat and rejection of life gives them something glorious to obsess about. I put all of my obsessions to death a long time ago, as I never could understand those who enjoy digging up dead memories from the past. One would think these others who enjoy the trivial obsessions which they create for themselves within their lives, is somewhat enjoyable and satisfies some type of dismal urge from deep within their empty souls. Surprisingly enough, this is how many of the others within this world live their lives. When I see them aimlessly walking the streets, they possess this curious look, which is floating solemnly within their lost eyes. It is as though life, and the way they live within it, is steadily strangling them from the inside out. This is not a bad way to be put to death if one does not know any better. These attention seekers are something else; aren’t they? Why the hell would they think you or I would have a care about them or their needless lives? I truly believe social media makes the others and their kindred sheeple, feel as though they are more important than what they really are. It is truly astonishing but mostly depleting, how these numbed-out, braindead social media enthusiasts believe their meaningless lives are actually important. Human life is not as valuable as many of the others believe it to be. If this was in fact the case, more of the others would place a higher value on life, especially their own.
G.G. Kalfas 