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You little cock ass fucking hampster rapeing cum dumpster whore.. you are the reason they invented bullets.. so in which there could be no offspring from you. Your the shittest excuse for a human ass sphincter. If you was the last mother fucker to live on the earth and you fell down and burst into flames.. i wouldnt piss on you to put it out..
I have a mind to ass fuck you but i wouldnt touch you with his dick and the other dude holding it..
if you was anyone else id tell you to kiss my ass.. but seeing how pissed off im at at you.. slup my butt
sigh.. sorry had to..
fuck fuck suck.. eyah you potato rim job stuffing crack user
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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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