A new friend of mine invites me into a fight club. The first rule of fight club is: you don't talk about how a 70kg young man takes down a 110kg muscle-rock. It also borrows third forth and seventh rules of The Fight Club. But after the accident (see "join the crash" entry) I just can't go there for a year in oder not to get another brain damage. Also I'm still weak.
Once I came there to see it and I liked it. I want to go there, but they need a strong enough fighter who has good body synchronization and can do 40 push-ups from the floor. My friend showed me how to practice, before I go there... I guess I will learn not only to fight, but to juggle, to dance hip-hop, to run like a dog, to play basketball with elements of fighting, to relax that only your knees will keep you standing...
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"To what lengths must I go to achieve and be where I want to be?" I asked.
The porpoise laughingly replied, "You need not look any further than the deepest corners of your mind, the deepest dwellings of your soul. After all, life *is* but a dream." ~*Me
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I wish it was time for Cheers, but it's not. It's time for vengeance!
Maybe you are the next Hoffman, Mahatma, or Chomsky, But no one will never know
Wow. One thousand pageviews. Since april. I have only 33 things to show you. And I'm not much excited in 1000. It's just good to have an account, where you can keep all your art. And hide it from assholes, who don't understand you, or your good language skills.
Thank you, who do understand, and watchers too.
*smiles*
Thank you!
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That is not dead which can eternal lie,
And with strange æons, even death may die
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Deadpool: Holy Spider-Man ripoffs! Is THIS the suit I've been wearing?
Vegeta: Kakarott! Im going to kill you, your son and that bald guy!
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