Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Rohi has started in with this real casual Mixed Martial Arts club type thing on Sundays. She said that it was fun and also that if she fits in and thinks it's all cool that i might be able to come down and throw down with some of these kids. One of them trains with Dave Terell, or at least she thinks that he does. The other one is her Aikido Sensei, and some other dude who wears tai-boxing shorts. I don't know what to make of that. I think unless i was Bolo Yeung or whoever i might not really do that but it's not for me to decide what other people wear. Even though i try like a fiend to get folks to wear shit that i dig. I'm selfish.
It might be fun. I haven't had any fights outside of bar battles and living room throw downs in ages. I wonder if my ground game is up to par anymore. I'd have to think that my techniques, though antiques are prolly outdated. my Jiu-Jitsu is very basic. I got some good sneaky leg shit that still might not be known outside the sambo world but with the way video tapes get around nowadays i doubt it.
My strikings allright. I'm fast, got a bit of pop to the body but i can't kick for shit. My takedowns are decent, takedown defense = awful but i got some nice moves outta the guard and lest anyone forget my nombre es el Corazon De Leon, werd. I just said i have a warrior spirit. Believe.
Elvis Costello :Possession
if there's anything that you want
if there's anything that you need
there's no need to be miserable
it talks and it's persuasive
possession, possession, possession
now you're sending me your best wishes
signed with love and vicious kisses
you lack lust you're so lackluster
is that all the strength you can muster
possession, possession, possession
even when we are out of touch
now I know that I've seen too much
seen to much
so all I see is that I'm back to pack
may case is closed my case is packed
I'll get out before the violence
or the tears or the silence
Every Day I Write The Book
Don't tell me you don't know what love is
When you're old enough to know better
WHEN YOU FIND STRANGE HANDS IN YOUR SWEATER
When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote
I'm a man with a mission in two or three editions
And I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book
Chapter One we didn't really get along
Chapter Two I think I fell in love with you
You said you'd stand by me in the middle of Chapter Three
But you were up to your old tricks in Chapters Four, Five and Six
The way you walk
The way you talk, and try to kiss me, and laugh
In four or five paragraphs
All your compliments and your cutting remarks
Are captured here in my quotation marks
Don't tell me you don't know the difference
Between a lover and a fighter
With my pen and my electric typewriter
Even in a perfect world where everyone was equal
I'd still own the film rights and be working on the sequel
Every Day I Write Book
I guess i felt like including something good. I love Elvis Costello. In that i am not alone. Sometimes things become cool and timeless because they deserve it. Sometimes people are too talented to remain a secret.
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It might be fun. I haven't had any fights outside of bar battles and living room throw downs in ages. I wonder if my ground game is up to par anymore. I'd have to think that my techniques, though antiques are prolly outdated. my Jiu-Jitsu is very basic. I got some good sneaky leg shit that still might not be known outside the sambo world but with the way video tapes get around nowadays i doubt it.
My strikings allright. I'm fast, got a bit of pop to the body but i can't kick for shit. My takedowns are decent, takedown defense = awful but i got some nice moves outta the guard and lest anyone forget my nombre es el Corazon De Leon, werd. I just said i have a warrior spirit. Believe.
Elvis Costello :Possession
if there's anything that you want
if there's anything that you need
there's no need to be miserable
it talks and it's persuasive
possession, possession, possession
now you're sending me your best wishes
signed with love and vicious kisses
you lack lust you're so lackluster
is that all the strength you can muster
possession, possession, possession
even when we are out of touch
now I know that I've seen too much
seen to much
so all I see is that I'm back to pack
may case is closed my case is packed
I'll get out before the violence
or the tears or the silence
Every Day I Write The Book
Don't tell me you don't know what love is
When you're old enough to know better
WHEN YOU FIND STRANGE HANDS IN YOUR SWEATER
When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote
I'm a man with a mission in two or three editions
And I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book
Chapter One we didn't really get along
Chapter Two I think I fell in love with you
You said you'd stand by me in the middle of Chapter Three
But you were up to your old tricks in Chapters Four, Five and Six
The way you walk
The way you talk, and try to kiss me, and laugh
In four or five paragraphs
All your compliments and your cutting remarks
Are captured here in my quotation marks
Don't tell me you don't know the difference
Between a lover and a fighter
With my pen and my electric typewriter
Even in a perfect world where everyone was equal
I'd still own the film rights and be working on the sequel
Every Day I Write Book
I guess i felt like including something good. I love Elvis Costello. In that i am not alone. Sometimes things become cool and timeless because they deserve it. Sometimes people are too talented to remain a secret.
Post a Comment