My Break, My Nosy Friend, and My Close Friend

S(he): "How's school?"
Me: "Pretty kewl, thanx."
S(he): "'r U sure, or U just don't wanna tell me? I kinda know what's up."
Me: "Huh?"
S(he): "U ain't gotta tell me, I know already."
Me: "Know what?"
S(he): "Never mind"
Me: "Aight, then. Later"
S(he): "Hey T, have U read the book?"
Me: "No, I haven't."
S(he): "U really should cuz it's the bomb!"
Me: "Ok, but I really have to go now"
S(he): "Yeah, run b'4 d food gets cold. While U're doing that, I'll be studying"

     I really can't say it’s my fault fetching up in (h)is/er presence. It happened that S(he) chanced to be passing by when I came out of my apartment. So, here I go, randomly answering (h)is/er questions/concerns……..

     Has S(he) forgotten that well accredited schools are cow colleges? What's the need if all S(he)'s being or was taught envelops everything but agriculture? Quite insane!

     I'm not a bookworm nor a professor, so S(he) doesn't expect me to have read (h)is/er book nor consider my work to be a "publish or perish" kind.

     Since (S)he likes being nosy, I suggest (S)he does me a favor and that's to count noses and tell me how many students like having their noses in a book. I bet you right after this, (S)he'll agree with me that there's plenty of truth in the cliche that some of the most respected people in the world today are Drop Outs.

But don't get me wrongly...

I understand life in all colors. I'm very aware of the realities of everyday life and not one who lives in an ivory tower. I know what struggle means as well as sacrifice. These two are like one's success neighbors but many a time one chooses to put one or both aside. We term it "short cut". I call it "a no-go-area". As at now, because of the latter, I'm twice into the former. Thus I'm learning from the University of Life.

The crux of the matter is a very close friend of mine. It will never leave me. I think it wants to make sure I'm done with the entire goings. You know the saying, "when the going gets tough, the tough (me) gets going". I'm almost through with that, though. It’s funny how it reminded me some couple of days ago that it's still polishing my chair and desk. How long will it take it to do that? I guess it just wants to make them the shiniest. Another interesting issue is the rumour I hear of wanting to surprise me by admitting me to one of its ivy league. Gosh! That would be nice but I won't find time to play soccer since I'll be hitting the books. Does that mean I won't be a player of a soccer club or league? I'll sought it out later with it.

I'm not surprised. I've been to school, now it is left for it to come to me. That being written, I know it's like teaching my grandmother to suck eggs. I agree it knows more than I do; nevertheless, it knows what I'm about: an eager beaver who's always known for his brilliancy; teachers' pet; etc... but as jotted earlier... until it finally comes to me, I'll continually be penned  up to the school of hard knocks.

Literature and the Human Body

Many people unintentionally bastardize Literature by using phrases which have to do with the Human Body. You be the judge if I'm to blame. Who knows? I might be indebted to little or complete knowledge when RESPECT is echoed.

It all started this afternoon on my way back from work. As usual, I was on the phone with a friend when a lady in her early 30s approached me and asked for a direction. I answered. Taking Map as my middle name, I knew I had assisted in that area and thought that was all. She thanked me and added, "Wow! What a sonorous voice you have". "Thanx", I said. I mean, it's a compliment, right? To balance compliments, I said, "You yourself have a psychedelic voice", even though it's untrue. This expression, according to her, is one I shouldn't have said. When I questioned to know the reason I shouldn't have, she emphatically voiced it was wrong, stating I should have said she has a sonorous voice as well. Shame suddenly gripped me after hearing this. Not a shame on my side, but a deep sense of shame which I felt on her behalf. I apologized; you know me, same cool guy, and left. Seconds passed and my friend and I couldn't stop investing our time in laughing about the whole drama that had just taken place when I fell a victim of another circumstance.

This time it was a lady in her mid 20s. And a little about me? I like to make a clean breast of something and so I told my friend of how beautiful the lady is, describing her as one who is broad in the beam. Shockingly, she heard, fiercely looked at me and asked,"who are you calling fat?" Known to both of us, the question is rhetorical. And she went off (both in words and movement). I know it means fat but not in that sense. I mean, not that she was huffing and puffing when I said it, but I meant it in a polite way, not to her but to my friend. How she heard is what still gobsmacks me.

Even if such an expression only meant being fat in the hips, so?

Why must one jump on another person’s throat when told that one is fat? If it’s the truth, live by it! I, personally, get mad when people shove the idea of linking fatness to healthiness down my throat. "Throat"? Must I use this word? Well, you have every right to think it is a bone of contention between you and me. This is because I had to bust a gut to get this post published. No doubt, after it has been creatively written, then I can be proud to say I did it by the sweat of my brow.

Reading and understanding a piece of work like this sometimes can be brain puzzling. Thus it doesn't mean I can't stomach readers who only see and skip for the fun of it. I'm one of many writers who tend to feed you with info like this making me seem as if I'm carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. I really don't know if I should be doing this for the writers whose pens have been dropped or if I should be contemplating my navel. No, I'm not selfish. Despite the fact that doing this will land on my lap, I'm willing to go the extra mile. To some, it's unbelievable that I gird up my loins by putting different ideas together and begin to work on my posts before publication. I am, nonetheless, never a bundle of nerves.

Literature may seem uncalled for, but we all know it beautifies situations in good times like at the birth of a child, but most importantly in bad times - death. It mellows us out, powdering euphemism to soothe it (death) thereby avoiding shocking.

Saving Nigeria's 'Witch' Children

Some people have stories to tell which would make fifty percent sense to fifty percent readers in about fifty seconds. And many of us believe we have people born on the 32nd of any registered month in our head. Some even guessed the 13th month of the year.

Yeah, I know you're lost - The above is totally verged on the absurd.

But that's how some Nigerians think about 'witch' children.

However, you can still make a difference in the lives of these children.

Relocation: Same Area; Different Location

Yes, I’ve moved. I have created job opportunities, too. Just call me a Star!

Before now, I used to live in a fish bowl. My information was always out there, you know, my principles, my dos and don’ts, etc. Kind-heartedly, I relocated and so created job opportunities.

People have gone on a fishing expedition. Well, they are yet to find out the reason(s) to many aspects of me. I have a rare personality which as a result has lulled people into fallacious judgment. It’s a merit because it has opened up a can of worms amongst them, which makes their jobs interesting.

Interestingly, they are paparazzi, and like I typed out earlier, just call me a Star!

Life's Lesson on Success

I have been around to survey people's successes. It occured to me that some view it as an abstract that turns physical which comes in a flash. To some, they had to strive for it. Presently, the latter is where I stand. Better still, I think I’m far from that. I'm still striving for it at the same time waiting for it to come in a flash. In essence, while you await for success, make sure you have your hands on deck.

Life's Witnesses (Slightly Inapt)

Repercussions welcome and salute the wicked
cries for help, but no ear to hear
disgraced kith and kin consumed by stereotypes

which project the lives of a particular people
Only main meals available, yet considered rich
an escaped gesture of being called wealthy
Ironically healthy but heavy – too much cholesterol
Catchy commercials caressing catastrophes
like Obesity- Oh, my brain’s break
How about premature?
Well,
Incubators seem friendly, after all we invented it
Doctors injecting them, poor infants
All that seems right is mirror-wise
Very true yet very false.

Rhetorical?

Why should sky be the limit?
I’ve seen astronauts gone beyond it.
Why would you want to be in somebody’s thrall?
Ever thought about this at all?

Wednesday, October 29 (The Date)

(My Wings)
October 29 is the day I was born by a loving mother, pampered by a generous father and two caring brothers and two sisters- my understanding of an outstanding family.

(My School of Thought)
People make progress but do not reach perfection because imperfection is the nature of the beast. Intuitively, I’m not a Scorpio nor bracketed to any other sign but someone born with uniqueness in His mind relating to my physique which as a result makes me one less customer of any boutique because I’m classic already.

(The Struggle)
I have been through storms, so be in queue with me that growing up and possessing qualities as mine is not all beer and skittles. It’s hard work.

(The Outstanding Day)
Everyday counts but October 29 is ever going to be an outstanding one. It’s my birth date, and I’m saying HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME.

Thompson VS His Nosy Readers

What's going on? I get over two thousand visits to my blog yet I don't receive as many comments as expected. Which should I be comfortable with, Readers or Comments?

Hmm......mm..I care for both.

One thing that really got me astonished is the interests people/readers have in other people, especially when pertaining to the relationship of the person in subject. Four - seven comments are not bad but bad when they envelop the last paragraph depicting an anonymous nymph. C'mon now..Ever since I published the post titled "A Controversy or Two and a Good", I've been getting e-mails from girls like freebies. Don't get me wrong, I'm no PIMP, but at least agree with me that it's sickening.

Hey, I don't want to be frenzily fed. It's just that I like putting my thoughts in writing, usually literally. Know that I always get down to brass tacks when needed, and this happened not to be an exception. Like most people who believe variety is the spice of life, I search for my mistakes in my set of ideas and x-mark the spot. This is definitely not one. There hasn't been any fatal flaw..it's Thompson, remember?

Getting over two thousand visits and one-nineteenth comments (rule of thumb) doesn't mean it's compulsory you leave a comment. All I'm spreading is that you should consider the fact that I let the ink from my pen bleed not only to let you know about what's going on but also remind me at a later date of a set aside agenda that need be aimed and later achieved, mostly veiled to you.

I author all the works here, and so there's no way I'll say your guess is as good as mine when it comes to creative writing. On the contrary, don't be mad when I'm asked about yours and my answer sums it for a cliche or resolves around an idiomatic expression as your guess is as good as mine..

GOSH.. I LOVE CREATIVE WRITING..

Literally Veiled...Readers, Skip This! Pt 2

Let me know when I've started. Depression don't and won't have a definition to me. As at this time, all I'm concerned about is my slick actions. I still have got nothing to type, so let me know when I've started.

The imaginary eyes of an unborn, sounds/seems scary, can even show me the way to so many places. I've been read about; I've read some, but you don't expect me to wear my heart on my sleeve, do you? I intend not to inform you when my pen is out of ink like the dead without flowing blood. Even when such occurs, I'll just search for another (feathers and ink) and take a popular product of timber to make white...abstractly no more space age technology.

I have a role to play that's why I'm in the green room. Yes, what do you expect? I have a partime job as a victim of circumstance, not having a taste of my own medicine.

This is my e-diary. Skip, close or shut down if you can't bear. It's not a speech and so can't be classified for a mumbo jumbo. And please, do not make me chew you out- I'm really good at that. I write without being on pins and needles, and what you say is all Greek to me. It's pretty funny to me because evidently, I know something's for sure, and that's to see you soon. You know, the regular joint, this place.

At this juncture, ten thousand and one things are eighty six. I really don't feel like buying a lemon so I guess I have to save up more. Skip coming to me for a demo-suggestion. Your present and past ones are seen as water under the bridge, so why try crossing the bridge?

Regardless of the route I take, I know I can't wag the dog.

Migraine...Yet Focused

No man is an island. We are in a way or two under the aegis of someone. I am not an exception. With the help of a great couple, I survived a severe migraine. I don’t wish to be on the same page with readers with past pains but in a nutshell, it was really painful. I last experienced this two years ago around this season when the weather nigh fall. One primary cause of it (as they say) is stress. Wow! I must be a Noble Savage. That’s not a restriction from my perspective, though. I’m still at the drop of a hat provided it’s legal. I’m still buying all thoughts and intentions of working hard then staying and remaining high on the hog. That being typed, I’m kind of scared of myself in the sense that it seems as if I want to make a killing, but I’ll definitely grab opportunities as that when I see one. Let’s be real, you don’t want to disguise the fact that everyone is homed in on making bread. My advice to you is not to be hypocritical, but at least know which side your bread is buttered on.

Ironically, yet in an aphoristic sense, we need tie the knot to Matthew 11:28. Otherwise we'd be led to a blind alley. Just let HIM!

A Controversy or Two and a Good

A leopard can’t change its spots, so why try to change me? I’m unique and as a result don’t want to be a spitting image of any human --A Dark Horse to be-- I’ll continue to remain me and with time, you wouldn’t need any invitation to see me dine.

I digress.

It’s funny how I’ve been holding my horses since I’ve known my left hand from my right. I don’t have an axe to grind, but many a times I get tempted to doing that. Everyday passed is rarely classified as a field day. It’s either one crazy cruel circumstance or another. I still can’t fathom out the reason(s) some folks want to get me into saying things about their bitchy actions (excuse my French). Is it a must? I don’t want to. Let me be me! I know I sometimes make mistakes and mess up, but I slap myself on the wrist. Answering to your hidden question, yes, it’s pretty hard now but it’s worth going through it. I’m glad I’m not Thomas but Thompson, and so I intend to stick to the belief that every cloud has a silver lining.

Other than the mini trauma, it’s been really cool around. Typing about coolness, I just met a cool, smart, and otherworldly nymph. Great combination if you ask me as it avoids moral decay. It’s a shame I’m not going to keep you guys updated on this though.

Me and the Hypocrite

Courtesy of (h)is/er inner mind
(s)he breathes out laughs and sighs cries
when needed
(S)he creates with me
the options to bettering the things I do
Duet thoughts (s)he bears - in and out
With all outter intentions to favoring me
Very aware of my awareness
Necessity I should have kept
Secretly kept
Don't blame me
How was I to know?
(S)he's a hypocrite

Literally Veiled...Readers, Skip This!

I am the best or among the best who hold down what I do like crackheads hold down cocaine. A hundred more is all I asked for, something I way more than deserve. How would you feel if you were in my shoes? That is, my project is still an on-going one, and I'm still a partner with credit companies. These two have one thing in common - Finance. No option like little scare but that's what I hold, and so was scared to leave. I keep thinking my mistakes might fetch me sorrow. Plus enmity between credit companies and myself is what is going to appear on the front page of my mind's Blame Magazine.

All flashed back to the day I turned two. The same hour I decided to push back my shoulders with my head raised high. I gathered ideas and futured a mindful fat check to my creditors already. I readily told my body, mind and soul that it's done with - a fragile opportunity. Then came THE HYPOCRITE, seconded by his assistant offering me a soundful and meaningful idea.

I was bamboozled and my pitch was queered.

I had four weeks of easy-hard labor which was never my kind of thing. I was always equipped with ingredients. This is the one thing I got fed up of eating. Two weeks doing that, I forged an ID, but no one wanted to see it. Being the same being I am is never going to change. This is what I examined.

After the examination, I smelt a rat. And four weeks plus three days got me frustrated. Too frustrated I didn't stop a rat from destroying a mini-asset. There I was killing her hardly with my words. Too hot and tough she couldn't help but to contact him. What did they have in their minds in the first place about me, a fuddy-duddy? If so, they must have scented the building as a funny farm. This is crazy. Well, a little coversation was held amongst them, welcomed by me, as long as I get what I've always asked for or less, but definitely not this.

Full monty is full monty to me now. Seems as though it's going to be harder than the initial stage. Life from my perspective is like a dry run. I'll continually use my loaf. Presently, I'm eager to know where I stand, still frustrated, though. Ask me for a wish; and that'll be to put everything ablaze.

Remembering 9/11

"What's going on? United States? No! No!! No!!!"

That was the horrified exclamation of destruction from a high school junior seven years ago depicting the United States on 9/11. It's a shame it struck United States, though.

May the souls of 9/11's victims rest in peace.

Surprisingly, Osama Bin Laden is yet to be found.

When is this tumultuous war going to end?

A Prisoner of War

Hearteningly buried

sometimes, abstract burials

but not forgotten

Put in a jealous gaol

spaced out

with labyrinthine corridors

Starving one who
sees gruel tantalising

Excruciating torture
and
a by proxy death, if any
coil up the mind

Still brave.

Help Wanted!

She's alive and dead. Dead, the photo voices it.

Her hands carrying her head... a succumb to apex sufferings.

Vultures are mostly seen in decaying possible scenerios as this.

Well, she's still alive. But how alive when you can predict the max breath she can take?

Help make a change!

What a Break!

Longest time-break, readers. I've been busy lately. It's more like a vacation, but unveilingly, it's been hardwork all the way. I have been taking my time dealing with my project. Seldom have I told people about my plans/mapped out journey. Thus, they still act as nosy parkers, and as a result, I had to take my time to blot my copybook. It's crazy how people do this. I mean, I try. You must know that I'm not a magician, so absent sleight of hand in your thoughts.

Give, then Save

"Ohis, GIVE!" she says.

She says it's a troubleshooter and future savings to my problems. She always teaches me to give, then save. Giving is what she emphasizes on more. And it's like through out my life, I have had more than enough people come to me for help which as a result makes me don't have a dime to my name.

Give and it shall be given unto you, and truly it has, because every time I go through any form of stress and breakdown, someone somewhere takes it up from there. My life, especially recently, has been said to be like a ladder soaked in grease. It's easy for me to slip and fall, but it seems as if I have more than two hands and two legs.

Now I understand the theory, because it's being practiced by me.

Save, but if there's someone who really needs assistance, then give. It comes back to you in a thousand fold.

Bernie Mac and Isaac Hayes...Gone in 48 hours

Who's Bernie Mac? Do I know Isaac Hayes?

Well, those shouldn't be the questions in your head. If you live on earth and have laughed out loud before, then you should be on the same page to conclude Bernie Mac as one of the all time best comedians.

Writing about comedy, The Fresh Prince of Bel Air featured Isaac Hayes "Shaft" in an episode. It's one of my favorite episodes. Ask Will Smith for the title.

All I know is that I was shocked and speechless when I heard Bernie Mac died after a bout of pnemonia. Initially, I procrastinated when I had to write about him on my blog. This is because I didn't want to believe what I'd heard. The matter got worse when I heard the news that Isaac Hayes "Shaft", a member of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame was pronounced dead at Baptist Memorial Hospital-Memphis in Memphis, Tenn., after collapsing Sunday afternoon near a treadmill in his home nearby.

It's sickening that death has done this to these people. Our worry now should be on how to get more comedians involved since Bernie Mac owned half of it. Heaven just got much funnier while earth dropped fifty percent. Also, let me know when you find another human with a deep masculine bass voice as Isaac Hayes'.

They took 50 and 65 respectively.

Their works remain unique, and at such no other person's work can hark back to theirs.

We miss you, guys..

Are You a Blogger Yet?

Bloggings get bigger and better by the day, but it's not what I can write home about, is it? Oh, it's home already.

In essence instead of partaking in astrocious activities, I submit that you chanced to be vividly attached to bloggings which in the long run stands as an accomplishment of which you can be justly proud.

Trust me. There's no misconception about one's poured thoughts. Let loose your literary bias, and you are ready to go, and not go to the bad.

Forcing the Pace

It’s dawn without a switch

Never jealous of, but vexed at the rich.

In the mirror, I see my face

with anguish causing it to deface

Keeping the pace is no news
Let’s face it, situations-
sure can stand the pace
always up with a lark
to show my pace, yet-
its unhinging relic
creates funeral panic.

The pace of life and change is very fast and fierce
while steady pace lays the poor.

Call it the end time
war and riots,
with a sister in between, Terra
resulting in the release of delta forces.
Gale forces merging into hurricanes.
Amateur teenage girls turning mothers,
bearing like birds, mostly premature.
What more can I say
but for you to fill out the space....

Dull my lines
But let it be dawned on you.
It's crystal clear,
Forcing the pace is our trademark.

I'm Still Here

It's no doubt that I've been living in squalor for some weeks. The sleepless nights, my 072908's experience, the fear, shock, news, etc have created havoc in my head. The mere fact that I'm writing this increases the mental scars.

It's easy for me to draw the curtain, but why? Even the doctor has reassured me that there's no need for operation. He further stressed that all I need do is wait for a week and half or so. Soon, the baby will be born, and all these will be of the past.

A lil confusion is expected on this issue, but please do not get too confused. It's all literally written. I'll let the cat out of the bag when it's time.

Just like my sub-title of this blog says "a place for the unknowns, about-to-be-knowns, and knowns", this is "about-to-be-knowns".

Nothing but Something

Not much happened today, but I still have to type something. Matthew West said, "You've got something to say", and truly I do have something.

The morning was a good one. I happened to fix my today's schedule which gave me the chance to rally around and have other things taken care of.

As usual, I listened to WGTS 91.9FM all day for inspirational elevation. Pretty cool, I must say. You should listen to it, too.

War

Women share and promote success
and children bring joy.
The grass is green.

Now reversed, it's war

The land is empty without men
but shivering women and children.
The wind blows without stability
which makes the grass blue and cold.
It's not tornado though - it's war

Divide the land in segments
The transporters and the lame
The latter don't budget time for fame
As worm, it's never peaceful
Why should anyone be cheerful?
Knowing man is obedient
and blind not in all areas
sure can break some barriers

Going astray and being adamic
Like fuel for fire,
that should be man's relic
to show he perspires to acquire

Welcome back heroes of our land
Soldiers for army, men for man
is what you've shown.
Let him be honored with a crown
Not yours, it's his own
Needn't commit suicide, cry, or frown

Even if we won, we lost
The good news is - man is injured
and the demerit remains unpunctured
Man is dead and returned to dust.

My 072908's Worry

My 072908's worry…
is like that of a man
whose wife is nine month pregnant
and now in the labor room

Getting ready to give birth

Friends and families are all outside
Same position holds the best wishers
With a line not allowed crossing.

Every second, minute, and hour passed
accounts for a pound of flesh or surpassed.

So serious, I don’t blink my eyes
even when being distracted by a fly.
All hopes are high,
theirs, yours and mine.

Insanity still noticeable
reminding me it’s a hospital.

The mobility of the nurses
going in and coming out
creates countless confusions

One fusion that worsens my worry

Just want to be enclosed in my reverie
The tension is nearing completion.
Soon, no more will my face
which shadows my rare ambition
be a picture of sheer misery.

Sleepless Nights

Please tell me if there's a formula to sleep, because I don't know. it's 4:23am and I'm still awake. You can say I'm married to bloggings but hey, until I'm fobbed off by you, yes, I'm married to it.

Maybe my body wants to see the hours slide, so before I know, there are few hours left.

Sure, there are reasons to everything. This is probably a cause, and I believe the effect is not far-fetched, and who knows..in the nearest future, I'd say "In retrospect, it's worth going through sleepless nights".

The Final Day Countdown

I was typing the last post before this, and lo and behold, my Dad called. I managed to conclude it and posted it. Now, my fingers are shaking as I'm typing this (Not a good time for the idiomatic expression: All hands on deck). I never did countdown to this occasion. He called to thank me and also remind me that the big occasion is tomorrow. Frankly, it still seems it's 48 hours from now. This is because I'm still wide awake.

Wow! What a journey!

Finally, it's here, the big day, the big occasion, the final day countdown..

Forgive Me, Lil Mona!

Yesterday was definitely a great day as Lil Mona was dedicated. Too bad I was out the night before the event. I didn't consume any liquor, but I can say it out loud that I was really, really, I mean really tired. I had my alarm set on my cell phone, but I guess my phone was mad at me because I had accidentally dropped it on the floor before I got home, and as a result, "she" slept in my room while I slept in the sitting room. Although "she" rang, "she" tried everything in "her" power for me not to hear... unfortunately for me, "she" won.

All these made me wake up late, but not late for work. For the 12th time this year, I was at work some few minutes before the scheduled time. This is about the same time the dedication was over.

After the church service, there was a lil get-together, and like you know, I was at work. I got off about 11:00pm, still eager to show up, and so made some few calls and asked if the party was still on. Unfortunately, it was over, and I ended up not showing up.

What a shame!

I know for sure that I owe Lil Mona big time, and I'll try to make it up to her.

Congrats!

A Day's Skip

I understand that a blog is synonymous with diary. Evidently, at least an important thing happens each and everyday. What excuse can I come up with to convince my readers of a day's skip? Hmm, hard, ain't it? I don't think so. The excuse is that I had lost connection to the internet. How about that?

Well, it's reasonably almost another day despite the fact that it's past 1:00 a.m. So, I should be forgiven, that is if you think I'm not carrying out my onus the way I should.

Put God First

First, I want to thank God for making it possible for me to come up with this. Whewww, it ain't that easy! One true confession is that I've never done blogging before. My thing is criticizing. Onyeka Nwelue (Google him to find out who he is) can testify to that. Yes, I know you read that, and I know it gives you more than enough reason to criticize my work.

But you know what? I don't really care. Go ahead! Be my alter ego.

You need not be invited to read, it 's blogging, right? Nah, just joking..

Thanx for your supports.

Science or Him?

Gravity deceives man,

that we know.

Science takes over,

Well, they think.

Do you?

Searchings and new findings,

yet dillions or more unknown.
Many embrace science, good though
Not good enough,
Fact,
especially when He’s not recognized.

Saying think twice
is no news.
All that sees this
already heard the sermons.

Read on,
Don’t fall a victim.

Two things are known,
Known and exist.
Heaven and hell.

You are still breathing,
right?

Choose.