The walking death: a preview.
As we come to a conclusion with most aspects of entertainment we fail to realize what happens to the intrinsic needs that our subconscious works on. that of which came lavishly into my life; watching the first couple of episodes I couldn't but reform my taste and put it to the test. Maybe I was eternally flawed and I came to overlook what the work had for me, what this piece of art had in store.
The Walking Dead was a very well-known work at the time I reached it. Almost every page or fan of every sort had a view on it. They all saw greatness intertwined with its name, something that treacherous had been subjugated as best horror and drama series. they had it imbedded in its glory, as when it came to pass my portfolio of works that I needed to watch over the time I had available; it felt as if it was meant to be yet how did I know of its intrinsic value if I am not well diverse in my tasteless entertainment buds. it had to be depicted long after I finished its trajectory or so I hoped!
Throughout the stressful scenery of such work did have on me I couldn't but wait in my voyage to see the full monumental depiction of the character I so came to be enriched by: Rick Grimes.
The initial status of the character could have been more appealing, nothing new to expect with your average protagonist, and so it caught me off guard when I first layered this character through every part.
how did a passive police officer hold its ground amidst the wretched world through its alignment with the subtle development of its character it had left me utterly speechless, the moment I made contact with those words I initially mentioned, this subtle unsequenced phrase had me reminiscing my most turmoil in the story, the latter unknown demise of the character which I would later know of its fallacy, only to put the final touches on this huge plot twist which almost every fan had it expected long before its release. the man proved to be exactly as altruistic as I deemed him to be, he had left that impression the moment he lost his gall interlocking the long-awaited encounter with one of the most heart-breaking beginnings of any fictional character ever, the man: Negan Smith. how could a man break this character I had cherished and protected over the entirety of the series? how could it be that only he had an advantage on the vigour of such character? the man knew what he was doing and was utterly repugnant as you deem it to be. the character had left a deep intrinsic impression on the work as it came to an end (although they had to savour it for later exploitation, of which I had no part to reform.)
Coming back to those words it had to be a sign of such a momentary loss that I needed at such a time. it seems as if it was meant to be.
As with anger, loss, and grievance, man can never rationalise or shut down these feelings, it almost can never be such a thing that would touch a man as deep as those intentions come to be and so I saw myself uttering them out and to first hold meaning to my knowledge, and my so feeble memory. one can never be this vulnerable yet I was and so I saw my own resentment as vague and tasteless as it can be. how vile I must have been relinquishing my power unto this void and so it came to appeal to my desire to live out those exact moments and so I was.
To you!
-here I am.
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