Personal Combat Form (My Technique of Martial Arts)

My father took Junior Varsity and Varsity football and wrestling, both in middle school and highschool, and I took Karate at a Shotokan school with a crescent and reverse crescent on a wall face, without pin or hand hold; I’m an only child, and I was raised in counter-Freud, Sophocles, by my mother, who used an anti-Semite’s form of Christianity at high function of intellect (Yemeni Chinese Christian, adulation and idolatry of criminals and common villains of the press as Christ, particularly politicians and notorious figures).

If you try to give me any assistance, against a foe, I shift the foe into a pederast, then bitch you out to the foe. Then, I retreat, having declared defeat.

Any type of fight, from hand to hand, to driving on the road, and always with lethal effect for a long term match removal, unless I’ve been engaged on behalf of an agent, above the individual challenging; then, I will cripple the foe on direct sight, in order to receive style of maneuver appropriate from foe, on my right arm, never sitting with someone to my left, a Castillian dexter gene, and they will introduce my crippled form, to their training manual, as having performed the opposite of their intent, hence it will be endowed into their combat forms for their own purposes.

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Consider me an expert in information munitions. I practice Zazen meditation, Yakuza Trappist form (a Yakuza, games cheat, and Trappist, a counter-agent), as a Bonafuda, a mercantile salesmen of information through philosophy, literature, fiction, and academics, distributed as munitions technique deployed for the purpose apparent to you, unless of course you have violated the ethics of my piece, in which case you will be trapped inside a theft of the piece and an action within the boundaries of the violation you have committed in Benedictine culture, the Jewish affiliate within Catholic culture. Buyer beware, and these poems, are free.

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