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bah.. walk back pick up a 12lb sledge hammer.. and pretend its street fighter.. bam in the apartment.. sights on the stereo.. underhanded swing.. i can hit a target with it from 10 feet away.. i get bored at work.. dodge left.. looking for opponents.. see a char i can swing to get back to the hammer.. using the hammer as a shield/ weapon.. i hit the rope i tied to the balcony.. slide down duck off down a street and into my car.. peel off.. to taco bell.. dispose of the hammer and the clothes.. and go back to the condo.. and say..
gee what happened.. looks like someone didnt like the music bummer
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It means only one thing, and everything: Cut. Once committed to fight, Cut. Everything else is secondary. Cut. That is your duty, your purpose, your hunger. There is no rule more important, no commitment that overrides that one. Cut. The lines are a portrayal of the dance. Cut from the void, not from bewilderment. Cut the enemy as quickly and directly as possible. Cut with certainty. Cut decisively, resoultely. Cut into his strength. Flow through the gaps in his guard. Cut him. Cut him down utterly. Don't allow him a breath. Crush him. Cut him without mercy to the depth of his spirit. It is the balance to life: death. It is the dance with death. It is the law a war wizard lives by, or he dies.
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