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wow im the opposite .. i can go near lights and they brighten.. like a small power surge.. ive been known to blow out bulbs.. they grow bright then pop.. i dont believe i do it personally yet my friends do. ive even ruined a puter monitor before like this.. yet static eletricity.. its strange and that is the part that brings goose bumps and tears to my eyes.. yeah when the freaky happens thats what i do..
in all my life i have never been popped by static eletricity. everybody.. everyone that has tried get nailed in a rebound i guess you would say.. stuff sticks to me i.e. clothes ballones and such like everyone else.. ive had about 23 near lightning strikes in my life one left me blind for several moments .. yet ive never been struck.. i tend to sit outside in a powerful thunderstorm when the sane would hide in shelters and wait for something to happen but it never does..
most the pics of me when i was little seem over exposed like there was a light around me. i never guess i thought of it much till i saw this thread..
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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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