Food for Thought

Waiting for something to pop up in reply to something never written drones on like waiting for the Sun to shine, these days.  Like that sentence.  Like an empty analogy.

Gnawing on a rare steak offends a good number of people, but that may be the only thing keeping inner beasts sated.  Let the monster eat.  Keep him pacified, but well fed, just in case you need him.

Disliking things is okay.  Liking them is better.  Like things.  You'll like it.