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If wishes were fishes the world would be an ocean
You can pick your friends and you can pick your nose. but you cant wipe your friends on your sleeve...
or
you cant pick your friends nose.. ether will work
Those that live by the sword, get shot by those with the guns
Sticks and stones may break my bones.. but whips and chains excite me!!!
He's dead Jim, you take his tricorder ill get his wallet
Peace through supperior fire power
Friendly fire .. isn't
If at first you dont succeed... burn it and get a contractor.
The thing i cant under stand about white people calling aferican americans colored is thus..
white people...
when they are born they are blue
choking they are purple
embarrassed they are red
sick they turn greenish..
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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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