Marcher sur les seringues usagées, rêver de voyager
Autoradios en affaire, lot de chaînes arrachées
Bougre sans retour, psychopathe sans pitié
Meilleurs liens d'amitié qu'un type puisse trouver
Génies du sport faisant leurs classes sur les terrains vagues
Nouvelles blagues, terribles techniques de drague
Individualités qui craquent parce que stressées
Personne ne bouge, personne ne sera blessé
lets not make this my own private blog. you got songs. you got poetry in u. something to share. this faq history is pretty epic and it's yours. its ours. u have ur struggle. this human birth is dukkha. the first noble truth. yet it is the only one where u can come out of suffering. in this lifetime. we are one my brothers.
very nasty performance traditional recurve with a sight imo, i dont think he has a clicker to tell him how far back he is drawing...a stabilizer on the bow. (the thing sticking out forward, helps him balance it...i mean zero movement (shaking) from this guy at 50lbs and tons of reps) 50 lbs draw or so. idk from 70 maybe 55.
basically the guy is a top 10 most precise person in the world. understand his stance has to be precise so that his height is the same and angle to the target is the same. his anchor. his release. his mind, his breathing...he caves in his chest at a total exhale to not have his boobs in the way of anything, clenches his butt, knees are locked, feet are perfect, breathes from his abdomen, has a zen mental cue...it really all matters to be that close to bulleye every f in time from that far out. tom brady isnt on the button every time from 40 yards. this is 77 yards or so...
he accomplished this by living in Chula Vista just south of me in the training center for like all his young adult life...like 8 years...and shooting the hell out of it every day. it really is nuts. earned him two silver metals.
very technical sport, his fletching on the arrows, his center point, his nocking point... a mechanic and engineer and an athlete.
i never really knew there was a fantasy genre like in literature...i watched GOT on TV. after it ended i wondered is there anything else. So I still havent read anything but have 100's of audibles so ordered some GOT prequel...it was really good! then i youtubed for advice on what to get on audible on that genre...some geek and i mean that with respect suggested a bunch of things...i mean there are 100's of geeks into this...i drive across country dozens of times (in Richmond now with wifey and mom oh hey good news anatta won again a marriage green card for wife, got the news yesterday! the gov't bends to anattas will puts magic curses on them....for real Chinese wife got green card 2 year ordeal not easy since I never did one before and maybe wasnt quite so perfect in the execution but alls well that ends well! its done!!)...now i can go to China and visit her family. brother was national soccer team star...she has some fit legs and a butt that could take care of anattas meals for a month if it comes to that...where was i...
i drive a lot around the country and wanted to listen to something so listened to...The “Blade Itself” the first of the First Law Trilogy, which is an epic supernatural fantasy adventure...it was really good! and did the whole thing. Then I did all the books of the Witcher! which reminds me...
love vikings too lolz. must have watched seasons 1-3 like 3 times. ragnar, brad pitt in fight club, long haired tom brady on the sidelines...goat u see that bears game...
i remember this on the top 40. true story i remember telling my babysitter i couldnt understand why they wouldnt play it more. i told her what if i called in a bunch of times and disguised my voice and told them "play boogie man".
Arya Stark: You said there was no Jaqen H'ghar here.
Jaqen H'ghar: There isn't. A man is not Jaqen H'ghar.
Arya Stark: Well, who are you, then?
Jaqen H'ghar: No one. And that is who a girl must become.
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Buck what I'ma hit you with, you mother****ers better duck
I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains
Of his jacket, he had a gun, he shoulda packed it
Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta
Buck what I'ma hit you with, you mother****ers better duck
I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains
Of his jacket, he had a gun, he shoulda packed it
