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.

Sunday, October 6, 2013

The Gambler Poem By Larry Patterson

The shake of the dice.
The shake of the ass.
The shake of over-sized tits.
The shake of my cigar, ashes falling.
The spin of my chip.
The spin of my limos wheels.
The spin of casino cameras once my presence is near.
Shaking hands, giving tips.
Shaking my head at the women passing by my eyes.
Shake that ass over here honey!
Let me fed you my cum and money.
Bed filled with honeys, fine emptied drink bottles, loads of money.
Sleeping like a king.
Fine suits.
Fine cars.
Fine food.
Fine broads.
When you are down the world eats your flesh.
When you are up the world eats from your hand.

The gambler gets eaten everyday.
You can't play without hands.
So enjoy the little bits of glamor.
Cause losing hits harder then a hammer.
You will lose it all faster then Mc. Hammer.

The End

Larry Patterson

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