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actually being a "southerner" there are three. the redneck drawl, the highter class southern belle drawl.. wish in entrated into thier system at an early age to make them think they are something better till they get out in the real world and wake up lol.. and the cajun.. the fast ass drawl to hell watered down french over the years accent.
and by god i got all three pluz the michigan one i self taught myself with my time up there. hahaha
just get on yahoo voice chat.. youll find all the accents you want.. and im just sick to death of hearing a asshat of a southern fool try to sound like they are from the land down under or from the UK.. give it up.. you suck..
comments and statements arent directed to anyone or anything herein.. matter of fact reading this has an underlying sublimbable message.. give me your ***** soon.. at 3 am on november the 3rd you will wake up and realize what the ***** was.. that is all...
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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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