All the more reason…
In honor of our success getting #killcarlalready trending last night, we’d like to review:
10 Reasons That The Walking Dead Should Just Kill Carl
- Carl, stay in the house.
- Seriously, Carl. Stay in the house.
- Carl, I don’t want to yell but it’s the middle of the zombie apocalypse and we’re going to need you to stay close by.
- Okay, buddy. Can you be a good little sheriff and stay put? I don’t know, guard the living room. Yes, okay here’s a special hat and you are officially on duty to protect the couch cushions. Just stay in the house.
- Carl, I’d ground you but it seems a bit trite what with the hordes of Zombies outside trying to eat our faces.
- Remember what happened when another little kid wandered off alone? You were here for that.
- It’s great you’re keeping your childish rebellion alive but if one of the bad guys gets you, Daddy is going to have to shoot you in the head.
- Please, Carl. Just stay here. I’ll be right back. Protect the couch cushions. Make some lunch. Get back to doing that math homework we inexplicably cared about 4 episodes ago.
- Carl, I’m not fucking around. Please, Carl. Just stay in the house. Do this one fucking thing. Just stay in the house for the next 5 minutes.
- HAS ANYONE SEEN CARL?? HE’S NOT IN THE HOUSE.
Molded as clay in the hands of monsters, we take shape in the image of our maker. Within the darkness of the closet of our dreams lies the source of who we’ve become. Shrouded in secret, cloaked in fear we crave the least bit of light yet go unsated. Through the darkest night we battle demons that have lain dormant in times long forgotten.
A moment of dispair, just as we fall victim, we yearn for a willing heart, pure and true, to choose our Fates. With impenetrable faith, our resolve solid, we pray for a killing blow. Though valiant, our sword falls short as the darkness begins to consume. In a mirror of obsidian, we catch a glimpse of what we were as our fortitude begins to crumble.
Lying amongst the blackend shards of personas past, courage is coveted. Vulnerable to the weak yet sensible to the wise our souls remain unencumbered by the bastion of dishonesty we once wore. Darkness dismantled, a longing for freedom from this bondage of deception becomes reality. As light shines on an absent shadowed veil, in our image, another soul is shaped.
Words are too often underestimated. With the right combination you can light up someone’s life… or destroy it.