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i shifted you, crossed you up, broke you down, and made you stumble. you looked like a fucking fool because i had then dropped the ball and left. you ain't at my level. who's got next?
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i'm pouring the fruit punch into the mug. reflex reminds me to stop and allow a centimeter leeway, but i tell reflex to fuck off, and i keep pouring. it's not too long before the brim is pregnant and a reverse-meniscus is formed; i keep pouring. the juice begins to cascade and crash to the floor, thumping and splashing, translucent red everywhere, between my toes and on the cupboards, everywhere, the blood of instinct's open wound exploiting its anarchy, and i'm still pouring. this single act of inanity, of waste, a will to depletion so that rebirth can occur.
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goals for NACBA
1) get super comfortable driving left and finishing left
2) get back into breathing-d mode; stop easy penetration
3) peak in terms of confidence
4) know which sets to run at which times
5) have my utep2step down pat
6) have both my gordon and nash floaters in decent shape
7) pre-game focus, not hype
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i'm pouring the fruit punch into the mug. reflex reminds me to stop and allow a centimeter leeway, but i tell reflex to fuck off, and i keep pouring. it's not too long before the brim is pregnant and a reverse-meniscus is formed; i keep pouring. the juice begins to cascade and crash to the floor, thumping and splashing, translucent red everywhere, between my toes and on the cupboards, everywhere, the blood of instinct's open wound exploiting its anarchy, and i'm still pouring. this single act of inanity, of waste, a will to depletion so that rebirth can occur.
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goals for NACBA
1) get super comfortable driving left and finishing left
2) get back into breathing-d mode; stop easy penetration
3) peak in terms of confidence
4) know which sets to run at which times
5) have my utep2step down pat
6) have both my gordon and nash floaters in decent shape
7) pre-game focus, not hype