some mother********er keyed my car. AGAIN. i don't know who did it, but i know where it occurred this time, so it narrows it down to bastard children someone with a grudge cause i parked closer to the apartment, taking up a parking spot, or my ex-girlfriend. it's annoying, it's not like it's a new car, but having 2 big scratches down the driver side isn't exactly attractive.
Battle is a pure form of expression. It is heart and discipline, reduced to movement and motion. In battle, the words are swept away, giving way to actions-- mercy, sacrifice, anger, fear. These are pure moments of expression.