YZZAJ @Jazzy_Butts@gameliberty.club

https://youtu.be/1UR3YjktJYI
Getting all my blades razor sharp when this came on the playlist. My body is trained more than it's been..ever, even though there's times I've been thinner I've never been able to do pullups...until now. Next step is to train pulling myself over a ledge. In the meantime I finally feel strong enough again to practice the patience and precision of sharpening tools. I had lost a lot of strength, so much so that I couldn't safely hold my gear to sharpen it in the first place. I wanted to die. I don't want to die anymore. I just want to live. I have to sharpen, polish and hone, my way to inner peace. The sharpest blade is one that is never used. Normal people would never understand why I have giant razor blades around my living quarters, martial artists would. Normal people wouldn't understand why I keep them clean, oiled, and sharp. They wouldn't understand that when I care for them, I am caring for my grandfather in heaven. They wouldn't understand that when I train with them, I am cutting down ghosts, I am saving my life. They think I'm an animal. Insane. In the old times they would be bowing to me. They would be begging me to protect them, to fight for them. They wouldn't care my temperament, of visions, all they would care was that I was dedicated and whole in my faith and honor and obedience, and I would be totally, for a price, the simple, and small price, of a virgin, of land, and of a title. And they would give it to me. Because I wouldn't be foolish, I would be cunning, I wouldn't stick my neck out, and thus I wouldn't die, but I wouldn't be a coward, and thus I would have glory in battle. I would likely fall in a duel, not in battle, I would retire if I could, but I would die in a duel, my sword arm would be cut, it would break the bones and the forearm would be hanging by skin, it would be cut because I would have taken a careless lunge which penetrated my opponents heart, I'd walk away, be cauterized, and die of infection. But at least I would have lived. People can't live now. Everyone has a number not a name. There are no more free men of common birth, all men of common birth are born slaves, and this doesn't mean it hasn't happened before, but that doesn't mean there were never free societies and peoples, and it doesn't mean there won't be again. The key to a rezor sharp blade is not just a whet stone, or a strope, I believe the secret is a bit of a cheat, get yourself 1000 grit wet dry metal sandpaper, and work your way up to 5000, got to pinch off a strip and wet it, keep wetting it as needed, pinch that blade with the folded sandpaper, and stroke that baby, carefully, just pinch it and remember, if you fuck up you can get cut, so don't fuck up, go slow, stop when you get tired, the blade will be there later. This pinching on the blade creates a naturally narrow edge, and you can literally feel the bumps in the blade, the rough spots, you smooth it out over time, move up until you're polishing it, and it'll be scary sharp. Proper sharp. And then you put it away, and oil it once a year. Oh and train with it in its sheeth. Cut practice as much as you want. Use wet newspaper wrapped around a wooden dowl. Nobody is made of money and tatsumi mats are fucking expensive. And plastic jugs not replicate anything but plastic jugs. Train hard little batman, and train safe./blogpost

https://youtu.be/0vnKWEOKH9Q
This song is slowly getting louder and louder in the background and you're starting to worry (it's because you're an anti and a fascist and dark jazzy has awoken)/ventasy

Our interracial love will be so powerful it will defeat you no matter how mad you are and seething/ventasy

Gonnaget a black wife and get her so pregnant and then our sons and daughters into the next president/ventasy

Brb going to the hood to pick up hot black sweet thangs who like lightskinned bois to come be my wife and make me sammiches /ventassy

https://youtu.be/o723z0tPTcs
"You call that, over there, and that, down there, fedifrens?"/how it feels these fedi frens ghosted me (not the good ones I love the good ones)

I makes me so depressed that fedi frens aren't my next door frens so we can't hang out and smoke pot in a private cottage and cuddle and protec each other from the worlds torment/vent

I really need to figure out which one of you I hit it off the best with and get you to lock it down because my memory is shit and I will need the ring to remember you're mine and I'm yours but that won't matter I'll be so happy/pleasepleasepleaseuniversevent

I hope all enjoy map movie night. Last MMN was the lion king, I hope you all enjoyed it as much as I do. This MMN movie will be a sharp departure from usual, this MMN movie is Killer Workout aka Aerobicide (1987), it's a schlock movie that I have NOT SCREENED YET (so don't get mad if it sucks) so we'll get to experience it for the first time together! Fire up your favorite method of watching movies and watch Aerobicide aka Killer Workout (1987 film release) and check out some great big hair, and sexy ladies pretending to be scared in this raunchy oily sexy slasher flick from the 80s!