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In case it's unclear, the top frames are from The Lion King 1994 while the bottom ones come from The Lion King 2019.

Did my best to put specific screenshots from both movies side-by-side. Hope you like it. Do feel free to let me know what your thoughts are.

Without an iota of doubt, the overwhelming differences in visual representation are basically beyond crystal clear, but when it comes right down to the actual animation and, you know, eliciting emotionally realistic responses, The Lion King 1994 leaves The Lion King 2019 in the dust.

A time to come close
A time to drift apart

A time to get together
A time to break the eff up

A time to lose ourselves staring in each other's eyes
A time to find ourselves turning our backs on us

A time to unite with the fires of true love
A time to divide with the frostbites of pure hatred

A time to spark up to sexual shenanigans
A time to give in to pugnacious protocols

A time for heavenly compliments
A time for devilish insults

A time for calling like your life depends on it
A time for ghosting like it's going out of style

A time to bond
A time to detach

A time to entertain a lot of poppycock
A time to take out the hypocritical BS

A time to shower with baby batter
A time to drown with chaotic clutter

A time to baptize with blue blessings
A time to suffocate with crimson chokeholds

A time to conquer with risqué violence
A time to succumb to dead silence.

Letting animosities go can be HARD! Especially when they hurt you on purpose—for what would seem like donkey's years. Then, out of the blue, they text you for forgiveness. And casually so. TEXT! Not even a CALL! That's right, they don't mean it. Karma clearly caught up with them, so they're trying to cut corners.

Don't be surprised if it comes out that they've been jumping from one spiritual place to the other and the verdicts were all the same—in the sense that the solution to their problems would be you forgiving them. In entirety. On the spot. Without restraint or reservation. Hence, the hustle to earn it. Unfortunately, you can't plant pepper and expect to harvest honey. Doesn't work like that. You reap EXACTLY what you sow!

In very vivid detail, I remember telling a two-faced, three-tongued, self-serving, gossipmongering, backstabbing bastard that Karma was authentic and he smirked. That was early 2015. A little fast-forward to late last year and he tracks me down to Lekki roundabout where he falls face flat on the concrete asking me to 'forgive and forget'. He wasn't smirking this time around.

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Now back to the sentence in question (and its gender specificity therein), realigning her chakras would take much more than porn precision, yoga philosophy, a metaphysical maven and a voodoo virtuoso. Yeah I know Chris was only spewing sheer sexual semantics, but my mind wanders.

In lamest terms, chakras are like internal rechargeable batteries that you just can't see. Those energy cores count for every energy flow. Mostly, the delicate distribution of ch'i / qi / life energy. Spinning energy wheels, if you will. They're tied to separate organs and linked to various glands as well.

For the uninitiated, chakras refers to the energy vortexes lined up on seven spots on our spinal columns. And to the best of my knowledge, these energy vortexes could come circular or flower shaped. More like a petal, if you ask me. Here's the clearest classification I could cop.

The main reason I'm expounding on this is Breezy's third verse. Right before Juvie's rap. In case it's unclear, I'm pretty particular about the Emerald part. Most specifically, the line that says 'I just wanna realign your chakras'. And if you already know what chakras mean, then you have my utmost respect.

So, the title of this topic is actually the title of the fifth track on Chris Brown's recently released ninth studio album: Indigo.

The double disc album dropped on the twenty-eight of June, late last month.

The aforementioned song also lists Juvenile and Juicy J as featured artists.

Without further ado, I want to infer that you have the right to Google the lyrics of any song you can't clearly make out the words. Unless you've got big ears like mine. That's right, big ears equal big eardrums which also equal better hearing abilities.

During the 1993 famine in Sudan, there was a circulated photo of a vulture waiting for a starving Sudanese girl to die and feast on her, taken by Kevin Carter, a South African photojournalist who later won the Pulitzer Prize for this “amazing” shot.

Kevin however lived just a few months to enjoy his supposed achievement because he later got depressed and took his own life!

He was actually savouring his “feat” and being celebrated on major news channels and networks worldwide for such an “exceptional” photographic skill.

His depression started when during one of such interviews (a phone-in programme), someone phoned in and asked him what happened to the child. He replied, "I didn't wait to find out after this shot as I had a flight to catch." And the person replied, "I put it to you that there were two vultures on that day; one had a camera."

His constant thought of that statement led to depression and his ultimate suicide.

In whatever we do, let humanity come first, before what we can gain out of the situation.

Kevin Carter could have been alive today and even more celebrated if he had just picked that little girl up and taken her to the United Nations Feeding Center where she was attempting to reach.

In all we do, let's always think of others and how we can be of benefit to humanity.

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meobizy:
They should give it two more years. Chapter II was nice action-wise but the story had too many plot holes. I couldn't care for part 1 because I don't enjoy watching invincible protagonists.
They should change the angle and make a John Wick vs Jack Reacher -- John will need all the help he can get to annihilate all the assassins his movie world has to offer.

Wait… “two more years”?!? That's a little too excessive, don't you think? I'm just gonna try to pretend I didn't see that irksome ish. Talk about an egregious exaggeration. Dude, seriously, from now till the official John Wick: Chapter 3 release date of May 17, 2019 largely looks like light years away and here you are agitating about “two more years”!! C'mon, Man! You gotta be compassionate in your yearnings. And I haven't the vaguest notion how John Wick: Chapter 2 “had too many plot holes”. I thought the plot was way too A-OK! Perchance you're the only one who thinks that.

In all candor, the John Wick vs. Jack Reacher spinoff you mentioned sounds super killer, but it doesn't seem feasible by a really long mile. Nevertheless, if an angle change is what you truly seek, then it surely should interest you to know that the upcoming John Wick: Chapter 3 will be frigging full of it—considering of course how John Wick: Chapter 2 ended. Someone apparently didn't pay particular, or rather absolute attention to the extremely excruciating ending of John Wick: Chapter 2.

Sequels aside for a little while, you did write off to nothing the prime predecessor, the original film that set in motion the John Wick universe. One question, though: HOW could you do such a thing, Bro!? That could only be viewed…as blasphemy, you know. Truth be told, Keanu Reeves was way far from being an “invincible protagonist” in 2014's John Wick movie. You might wanna watch it again assuming you have honestly seen it before. 'Cause I'm starting to think you haven't.

And yes, it is crystal clear Baba Yaga will really require all assistance he can cop come next year's John Wick: Chapter 3. My gorgeous guess is that Aurelio and the underground big wheel who writes under the handle of Bowery King, are actually on standby for Mr. Wick's SOS.

The fact that John Wick: Chapter Three officially has a release date has made my year yummy to no end.

In case it's unclear, John Wick: Chapter 3 is currently in pre-production.

I utterly understand that Lionsgate will be releasing Summit's third installment of the Keanu Reeves shooter franchise on May 17, 2019. That's next year, but it's definitely gonna feel like—and look like—aeons and centuries and decades put together.

What sweetens my soul to the core the most is the completely concrete confirmation that the dynamic duo of Chad Stahelski and David Leitch, have rigidly reunited for nothing other than the dangerously dope direction of 2019’s John Wick: Chapter 3!

A whole lot of (seemingly) avid John Wick fans are absolutely, or rather utterly unaware that Chad Stahelski and David Leitch actually directed the very first John Wick movie together. Still and all, I haven't the foggiest idea why the latter wasn't credited.

David even started Chapter 2 together with Chad before leaving to go direct Atomic Blonde—which to me is the female version of Mr. Wick. The stunts were bananas. He really revealed his capabilities. That movie's pure proof that he sure can stand solo and hold his own. Not to mention Deadpool 2.

I want to reiterate that John Wick: Chapter 3 is already in pre-production. Currently! As I frigging type this! Literally!

On the flip side, I'm probably the only one who feels and thinks that the Atomic Blonde movie ought to have a sequel. David Leitch would do well to ensure the story isn't from the eighties anymore. Should be totally new school so Baba Yaga could fit in impeccably and with profound perfection too.

Yeah, you read that right, merging the two characters would bring bloody big beautiful badassery to the big screen. An Atomic Blonde / John Wick crossover can be done. Matter-of-factly, it should be pretty easy—considering David Leitch and Chad Stahelski are actually close friends.

Can't wait to see what my Auntie Halle Berry's involvement would be when John Wick: Chapter 3 drops next year.

SPI has been floating about for twenty four hours and it maddens me to no end that nobody has had the brains to change it by now. 23%!? Seriously?!? That's just massively stupid! Manchester United 23%!! Hell must've frozen over!!!

It might interest y'all to know that I'm an avid Red Devil and I'm absolutely aware we're not the greatest team to watch right now, but we do get results! Tottenham on the other end have been a tad inconsistent since the year begun. They were awful against Southampton, dreadful against Liverpool. And like it or not, ManUtd is a difficult team to beat and nothing can conceal the fact that we've got a whole lot of pace on the counterattack. Not to mention Alexis Sánchez.

Stupid SPI projections portray Spurs as favorites to defeat United. Had to eject sticky saliva—from my mouth of course—purely as an acrimonious and explicit expression of absolute aversion and complete contempt concerning the tremendously foolish fifty two percent put on Spurs, over a pretty pathetic twenty three points on United!

There's not an iota of doubt regarding the general agreement about money answering and acquiring almost all things on the planet. Still and all, I am absolutely asserting that money cannot cop concrete connections. Yes, you read that right. And yes, there are connections and there are concrete connections.

I know a bunch of rich folks frantically trying to buy their way into a one-on-one, face-to-face meeting with the likes of Adenuga and Otedola (even if it happens in less than a nanosecond), but to no avail. They're more than willing to give up an arm, a leg and a slice or two of their private parts possibly, but little do they know that divine intervention is immensely required for such connect to happen.

A connection's concrete if it's got the tremendously supreme signature of the only one true living God—the Creator of the entire universe. Invariably, I'm referring to the type of connection that (seemingly) happens by “chance”. When people ask you how you got such connect and you start stuttering when you're not a stammerer 'cause you're still in awe of how it happened—even though you haven't the vaguest idea how it happened. Talk about an automatic click. Like ‘We just clicked! Just like that!’

The Maker of all things needn't do much, though. Baba can choose to either blink an eye or snap a finger and it's done. Like a done deal. In a twinkling. In a heartbeat. As high as the heavens are above the earth, nothing tops connection from above. Sh.it is priceless! F.uck.ing priceless!

Every man-made connection comes with way too much terms and conditions. That's right, there's too much BS involved. Like ‘If you fit arrange like 100K, I go connect you with Don Jazzy! Live and direct! Wait first… Oga, calm down! Make I finish… Ogbeni, farabale! Relax, joor, your blood too dey hot! Shey, na you come meet me!? No be so?! You came to me because you confirmed I'm an authentic affiliate with the Mavin boss, abi? Ehen! So, leave matter for Matthias. Just get your ₦100,000 ready by tomorrow.’

And when it does happen, right after a depressingly long and agonizingly slow couple of months, douchebag decides to play god: ‘Before you call him, you must let me know. Okay? Good. On no account should you try to give him a call or go to his house without letting me know first! You dey hear me so?!? If you like, try me, I go just scatter the whole thing! You know say na my hand e dey.’

Essentially, the divine favors that come with divine connections are a definite plus. No terms. No conditions. No BS. Just more and more and more magnetic multiplications. In case it's unclear, God's connections are like massive magnets for attracting other divinely concrete connections. Like if He connects you with say Dantata, then it's only obligatory that you met Dangote et al.

Long story short, as far as I'm concerned, there are only two types of connections. One is quite ordinary, or rather regular. The other one's a little too extra and I'm with it, you know. I'm with the extraordinary. And you should too.