Black Dragon Security☣ Ag3nt47 ☣ The Way of the Samurai is found in death. Meditation on inevitable death should be performed daily. Every day when one's body and mind are at peace, one should meditate upon being ripped apart by arrows, rifles, spears and swords, being carried away by surging waves, being thrown into the midst of a great fire, being struck by lightning, being shaken to death by a great earthquake, falling from thousand-foot cliffs, dying of disease or committing seppuku at the death of one's master. And every day without fail one should consider himself as dead. This is the substance of the way of the samurai. Even if one's head were to be suddenly cut off, he should be able to do one more action with certainty. With martial valor, if one becomes like a revengeful ghost and shows great determination, though his head is cut off, he should not die. All warfare is based on deception. To know your Enemy, you must become your Enemy. Pretend inferiority and encourage his arrogance. Strategy without tactics is the slowest route to victory. Tactics without strategy is the noise before defeat. Opportunities multiply as they are seized. Victorious warriors win first and then go to war, while defeated warriors go to war first and then seek to win. Our bodies are given life from the midst of nothingness. Existing where there is nothing is the meaning of the phrase, "form is emptiness." That all things are provided for by nothingness is the meaning of the phrase, "Emptiness is form." One should not think that these are two separate things. When one has made a decision to kill a person, even if it will be very difficult to succeed by advancing straight ahead, it will not do to think about doing it in a long, roundabout way. The Way of the Samurai is one of immediacy, and it is best to dash in headlong. It is said that what is called "the spirit of an age" is something to which one cannot return. That this spirit gradually dissipates is due to the world's coming to an end. For this reason, although one would like to change today's world back to the spirit of one hundred years or more ago, it cannot be done. Thus it is important to make the best out of every generation.

Thursday, October 3, 2013

The Bachelors Meal Written By Larry Patterson

A bachelors meal. What kind of meal would that be? A microwave shit dinner. The single meal, for one poor single man. Wrapped in plastic! Healthy portion of garbage. Punishment for us single men that hate cooking. I can see my reflection in the plastic of this hideous dinner. My face generally looking disappointed. I take my meal to the back room of my house. Set this horrible meal on my computer desk, on top of my keyboard. The plastic is now off, taaa daahh there she is in all her glory. So the fun begins. Chew, gag, chew! The only way this washes down good is with some cheap beer. When the beer kicks in the food is not so bad.

So what does a man think after eating this type of meal?

I usually wonder how being pampered by a woman feels. Shortly after I remember the headaches women cause. That in itself makes my meal seem like lobster. We can't all do the husband thing. Women come, women go. I personally prefer the "go" more. They say the right one is out there somewhere. Don't worry more are in the sea. We all heard that before right? Yes. Time goes on things become draining being single. You wake up in a bed filled with so many different perfume smells but no ones staying there. You begin wondering when you'll fall in love. You look at the thinning hair on your head. The young man you once looked at in the mirror is fading away. You get angry. You begin thinking of the enormous amount of women you been with thinking one of these had to be real love. Nope, not even close.

Then you think of all the hurt each one caused. You shake your head at the ones that said they loved you. Laughing at the ones that said they'd never leave. A man goes through a lot. Even though women think they are the only ones ever getting hurt. Trust me, men do get hurt. I've been hurt many times. We never give up after. One woman saves you from the next. After she saves you the clock is set. That clock is timed for when she knifes your back.

Long story short.
Being single is not that bad.
Being hurt is a lot worse than eating shit dinners.
Women don't know what they want.
They want love.
When you give them love they don't cherish it.
They still keep searching for what they already have.
The whole thing nowadays is playing musical chairs with the opposite sex. Switching guys, girls every other day.

You can't find much in a pile.
Most likely not love.
Plus you hurt a lot of people that way.
You only find a headache.
Not love, just sex.
Sex is not love.

Hey, but on the bright side.
Chasing skirts never get's old.
Chasing love does though....

The End

~ Larry Patterson