Another coffee.....this time mixed with monster for todays openers. A hit and quit type day. Gearing for a meet this saturday. Gearing up for the small glimpse of light before being dragged back down. LETS BREATHE! This my friend is what a meet is....the surface of the water where our heads meet the sun! Reach and grab, hold steady and then stab! Dig your knife deep into the belly of the beast for a feast with the ones who fight in the gym you call home. Once alone.....now you are a part of a mafia that stretches from this blog to the ones breaking blood vessels to watch you stand. Yell, "Mother fuckers!" We alone are weak, for numbers make us strong. As each bars slams, the offices across the street gather canned food, as all the prisoners to money and retirement 4 1 k's panic. Every bar that is broke the trainers at planet fitness gather their weak-minded sheep under ground for fear of.......us. For fear of higher standards, and morals that fall from the ski the size of beach balls, crashing upon car windows and shattering "fuel economy cars". I work hard to put gas in a car. I don't need or care if a car gets great gas milage. I drive fast n furious, loud and bold, in a car that eats gas like I eat sheep.
This morning I am writing in the front office next to others, in a room of sun and smiles....maybe this is why the skeletons are in such a good mood, positive, and outgoing. My dark office with a flicker of light can make our skeletons draw dark and painful......which I do truly love. I love the dark. I love pain.....why? Maybe why is not the right question. Maybe why not is the right thought process. Why is it frowned upon to feel safe in the dark? To feel pain from the past? Embracing our weakness? Atmosphere is everything. Salute.
White Monster 2016Newest Team ANW video