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I loathe the day-to-day trappings of filth and routine that make us all 'human'. They are, for me a reminder of how inept I am physically and how far down the physical-self ladder I've slipped.
I am quite sure, for instance I could, after using them to hold up a 500 pound an for over 2 years, I am sure that my legs could indeed still kick the door completely off a Volkswagon beetle as they once could. Gone, however are the days of my being able to hold the door up and reattach it. When I train again, after my surgery I WILL get my punching power back, I WILL have lifting ability again. I might need a new hip, but I will be able to dead-lift 600 pounds again if it kills me.
If I ever chose to become a vampire, theoretically, it wouldn't be because I have some misguided ideal about sexy, dark beasts who prowl the promiscious nights looking for bloody donations and making snide Gothy friends who smell of D'Jarrim Cigarettes and bitter absinthe I can assure you. They are like me...or at least like I was, a brutal and factual machine of unique damnation and power sufficient to thin this lameassed herd.
In the past I was never one of your more trendy or 'old skule' gangsta boyz, I hurt people who bought too much dope on credit until they gave me sufficient blood and bone, firearms, money and/or appliances and electronics that I would leave with a nod from a bennifactor who, himself powered ME with dope to do his naughty mess.
I don't know man, i miss the old me...not emotionally or in a dope-user way, but in a physical one.
I am quite sure, for instance I could, after using them to hold up a 500 pound an for over 2 years, I am sure that my legs could indeed still kick the door completely off a Volkswagon beetle as they once could. Gone, however are the days of my being able to hold the door up and reattach it. When I train again, after my surgery I WILL get my punching power back, I WILL have lifting ability again. I might need a new hip, but I will be able to dead-lift 600 pounds again if it kills me.
If I ever chose to become a vampire, theoretically, it wouldn't be because I have some misguided ideal about sexy, dark beasts who prowl the promiscious nights looking for bloody donations and making snide Gothy friends who smell of D'Jarrim Cigarettes and bitter absinthe I can assure you. They are like me...or at least like I was, a brutal and factual machine of unique damnation and power sufficient to thin this lameassed herd.
In the past I was never one of your more trendy or 'old skule' gangsta boyz, I hurt people who bought too much dope on credit until they gave me sufficient blood and bone, firearms, money and/or appliances and electronics that I would leave with a nod from a bennifactor who, himself powered ME with dope to do his naughty mess.
I don't know man, i miss the old me...not emotionally or in a dope-user way, but in a physical one.