Saturday, September 3, 2011

France 'w Friends...>'+'<.

The quote goes, in the context of the great warrior fighters of our time.

Like the wind, move with silence. Be as light as the breeze, and adapt in movement, to the rhythm of the earth and it's terrain.

Train for all circumstances. Use your body as a temple. Practice prayer, movement, spiritual dance, emotional releases, and feed as well as receive openly.

When all is composed, let the old decay after releasing a moment's attack. Like transient hits let it all decay. Once digested like a unit and processed like meat in a factory, lay out the waste as it can house as a capsule for posteric growth. Or growth for posterior in that matter.

Delay what needs done. Let is sit and ferment, for when you feed it to the hungry crowd, they will attach and paste the writing on their walls.

A thunder's sonic frequencies of light, decaying amongst matter, and releasing a transient hit, captured through copper wire to magnets of vibrations (vibrations in matter, to vibrations in electrical signals), will translate through magnetic force into replays of image mixed with white light combined with the sound of white noise, all to tune out and attenuate bad sound.

The smoking earth give birth to the chirping birds moving herds of goat's goaties giving old folks oldies verbal botanical "fambatical" mathematical, induction to introduce a move to seduce, the crew's who's, daughter mother or sister, to say Boos Boos, my Boos Boos, ya ibn La7ooooooos 7oooooos il-posterior malty.


[Key's to the VIP anybody (.__*__.)./^\.#6843.12\\has @ noon

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