I almost broke my keyboard to this bad boy
Let's see where it takes me. Fuck......here we go. Fuck....buckle your seat belts and lock your doors. Hold your favorite stuffed animals tight, because the song Shankle gave me today is too much. Too much to hold back. Once I flood my body with life juice, fists can fly and emotions can run even higher. Alice in Wonderland thoughts and Johnny Cash feeling's can get me in trouble. Stop reading this blog if you don't like to grab life by the throat and hold him high for every one to see! Stop reading this fucken blog if you don't like ripping the heads off lions! Raise your glasses and make love to your dreams. We shall slam our bars all together at the same damn time, creating a more massive shake than the protein in your shaker cup! SLAM YOUR BARS so the normal folks above us can be reminded that our power bellies still move up and down at a fast pace.... .breath, breath, breath....we still live.
Miss brown eyes just grew Batman wings, and the little green monsters are flowing onto my key board like the opening scene in The Lion King. Wave after wave of sugar sweat people fall from the sky into my mouth. The taste is electrifying, the rush is heart pumping and cocaine feeling. I am jacked. I am gone. I am no longer tired. I am wide awake and ready to kill. I cut the slow people in line to get to the front. Move, you're in my way. More sugar! More caffeine! More life! More training! More Shankle!!! More you and more medals. More bloody hands as we wave to all the people who hate us. Hello to you all! I wave with a smile as they all throw garbage and rocks through my computer screen, only to be blocked by the bat wing of coffee. The happier we are, the more angry they become. Who are they? I'll tell you. They are the ones who missed training yesterday. They are the ones who transform their smooth shiny hands into a cup shaped bowl. Prisoners of the world! Move out of our way! I buy milk like it's a sport. I push the cart to by milk like it's a race. I park my car, to push my cart, to buy milk like a damn pro. I get ready at home to park my car, to push my cart, to buy my milk like I am getting ready for a Weightlifting meet.
We slowly wake. We wake from the once cold, now warm floor of the Dark stage, while the Orchestra of skeletons stand and play songs that lift us from our puddles of tears and depression. A happy day in the Dark Orchestra, a day of dancing and singing. A day of heaven, before training casts its hell over us once again. Before the fog sets in, let's climb the green grassy hill and draw pictures for our mothers. Pictures of family members holding hands. Pictures of past dogs and memories that boost our motivation to keep the right stepping and the left following. Let's fight! Let's have a good day! No, no, let's have a great fucking day! It's a great day to be alive. Enjoy the happy while it still lasts, before the lights dim, and the trees lose their leaves. Before the ash will fall, and the music changes from grassy fields to bloody hands and barbells of doom. Enjoy this moment, because training starts soon.