Dancing & Fencing Mh, not bad. Just danced a few steps, usual stretching and capoeira pendulum in deep stance, after a min warmed up into a nice flow with the sword. Danced the usual keys, the most distinctive one repeated a few times u classicly do for training in a club... then performed some, drawing into deep stance and circeling/advancing the enemy... blabla, the usual maneuvers: After u learned the basic ways to transmit ki to effect: Hitting as with a whipp alenght or point, stabbing in or through, cutting on point or slashing/smashing at, sawing or breaking through... and the maneuvers to position, from static stances and bullrush to capoeiras avoiding, diving under, in or around the prey u mastered the basics to merge and develop on. To effect u favour to directly charge into closest quarter: crossing blades Zwingen & Winden(force and wind) twisting ur or the enemys arms against him or to strike having diven under his flanks maybe even in his back. As ur skinny ur style favours to use ur skinny ass even alenght the whole back as an ankle to synergetcly using all it´s muscles throwing/rolling urselfe forward, ripping the blade with u in that motion: effectivly and even spectacularly ended it. The distinctive attack is a taut/fint maneuver provoking a attack dodged and avoided by ur blade to twist it upside down slashing upwards, threathening the opponents lower strings suddenly cutting him down demmobilized; Able to sting or set point stabbing often pushing ur whole weight into or: saw on threathening(!) the die or live ugly parts. To able to rise to a chin splitter or a set point throat. Having playthrough, delivered a satisfying Kata, coreagraphy... from the inverted, rising blade-base of ur style u switch to what u know as the delusioning moves: As u often keep ur sword or with a little skill even a sharp knife (refs. all one edged blades) in the quarter as a short spear, the Mordshau describes a strike aiming to hammer the sword cross nails through ur opponents upper weak spotts: throath´s sides, temporals, eyes etc., the arm held one or both hands at ur blade, tending to strike shortbowed, rarely wide throw to smash. One of the keys slightly taunting[Ur arm appears in less favourable position] opening an array tending to deliver the mentioned high effective Zwingen & Winden-motions: Present: Arm to shoulder[Bayonette->Shortspear/quarters: As still displayed with rifles]. The invert rising blade likely in a sideward pendulum step, too: attacks with hilt, cross and or ellbow diving into close quarter, maybe after catching opp.arm into cross/bound/railing alenght it, additionally able to mue-thai knee or enter fishing maneuvers (offensive-aversive) to disarm, throw/push/pull over yourselfe or breaking his balance downward. Brute pragmatism in the end: The motion´s you turn the blade into the distinkitive rising strikes mirror is the the coupe de gracé/one u push ur blade through the enemys throath or chest, plexus/lungs or heart. Melee, hundrets, storm, flurry of blades, thorns around: pulling the blade out often into an upward scything circle or next attack; CC and the whirlwind. U often keep a blade as ur´s, maybe pass it on honorable, scarrs tales of desperations, virginity even after a battle: Calls you a mere soul, spirit, ghost. U do in any case incarnate the weapon through: all, ur suround, minds reflexes through will, muscles, thing. Honorably suprise and spitt a needle into ur enemys eye: no mercy in the arts(!), this ain´t lively sports. It is about not to kill, fight, disagree, misunderstand, differ. Fight doubts, fears. Mondays. Fuglity. Blacking half out after a hot shower, morbidity forcing into unhealthy lifestyle, stress or compensation. Dehumanized, derealized ... God Morbid in UnCoincidence uses all to lett u rott, block all ways up, slowly chocking, pushing you downward. Still a real world, suffering from some mental disease? Halftruths, mind tricks and sureal ill luck in a world ever fighting, egos craving... mine choked down lethally injust, insult, capt and torment freed of chance; civilisation structures broken to ruins, situations and humans twist to zombie-apocalypse, a mere sickening, provocing ugly joke. The Error in All itselfe, worlds downsides in a nightmare, everything good, fun and healthy seeming lightyears away or invisible next door: unreachable if cursed((?), in illest luck. Human, words in sadness? 32, thankfull for a normal childhood, travelling the mediterania and a clean and tidy house, maybe two wild, free years i felt as someone after having fought, build up... sweat at summerjobs in a darn factory, yet was happy proudly styling my mohawk, still beeing the correct dealer taking care peps smoked an exquisit jamaican finger-gum melange-hash. Dreamer, failure, falling in transition, feels well said: with the second attempt, the whole world officially in mine with me. Having been used tp and ever wounding me, now: looking back nearly appearing as systematicly, mailicously driven downward by ill will: God Morbid in InCoincidence, which in a no chance incidence of clearest sureal timing, ill will struck, maybe against hope itselfe. Yesterday through someone had me reflect again through someone what it did: Hindered any attempt to make it up somehow often, by now clse to permanently demonstrativly to pull down daily. Having often ceased to assasinate, seemingly especially enjoeyed the dehumanizing way it had me see people zombified, as often nightugly blind egos, negative intelligence to the point till false around, accidental suicide or pupetts suddenly starting to simply say something that obviously makes no sense, simply is something said sounding as sense, 1+1=5, §X states: Asshole! Yesterday turning out bit more acting in comedy, as again war rose where i fetched dope anytime dauhters appeared, problems and grammar-homework... i blabbered... and punned imitating a chainsaw expression aggression and stressfactors... lill roleplaying, singing, shiz. Ok, Aneke von Gierbergen (Greed-mountain/recovering) is some lowlife cheesy shit... who would´ve guessed(? Still, after knowing people? And in this mood!)... Burned out, not even that ARLT could sell me a right energy convertor fair priced even to get my PC back working drove away the fears hammering in and eating my nerves. To with less and less, more years consumed suffer, beeing torment on, few besides. Kept dead that brute so long i demand impossible, kept ever unable to reach anything. See DJ Flowers, Nina Flowers as many Dragqueens into Music, merely listend once into something DragMusic: cruel. My body cripped, without of luck, scarred and dead since ever and 15 years... that career, job is the opposite of isolated decaying locked away invisible and incomprehensible; Gray alien in a world without rainbows. Down on the streets to work up from the stripp ...maybe. Shiny, adopt.
Posted on: Mon, 27 Jan 2014 08:49:53 +0000
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