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story one: the perferated jar
yesterday was a beutiful stained glass image of children playing in a feild but as all things in life the glass broke and in the broke out into their new world. blind as they may have been their new paint hurts of red and black like a mother and child after the mother dies from giving birth or a hungery man who eats his arm and the right around the corner is all the food he could ever want but the bloodloss takes him. today the new world has forged itself like a headon collision you cant really call either of the cars a working machine but with some imagination its art. the great thing about the pace of this is maybe its a downward spiral and everything will eventually crush together instead of pull itself away.

story two: i have no desire to learn what is unusfull under these skys martial arts is seen as a method of self defence and self betterment. a long time ago it was a weopon with no defence intended. no one looks at a gun and says hey maybe i could turn this into a toy for my kids and elderly to play with. well while there are many toy guns there are almost no real martial arts left.pure and simple all a martial art is , is a method of hurting people until your gaol is accomplished. be it to save yourself , to hurt them, or to kill them. fake arts appal me cuz they look like reall guns but you couls trust a 6 year old with one and they would be fine.

thouset gaze upon the evening rise
twised are the clouds of webbing lies
blinded villagers panic at the the roar of cries

blind are they armed as the strike?
blood be it mine or nie it all looks alike
stbbed was it me or you did i just hit a dike?




story three: there was a man running from the cops but nakid becouse he was high on some hallucenogenic drugs that was his blindness so his abillity to attack the cops was less than affective when he severd his own p***s and threw it at them. the cops were blind the the mans dissabillity for they bett him till he couldnt walk and thus he bled to death.

only emos stab themselves with crayons and then blame children for the events in their life.