can't even remember what i was learning, this old japanese teacher really motivated an exercise ethic, although his older pupils weren't exactly: pristine artefacts... oh sure, i can show you a trick of twisting an arm with the focus of crossed thumbs pressing against an opponent's knuckes... and we used to pretend to be sitting, while standing up... quasi-sumo... then came a bicycle craze, probably the only sport i ever had the capacity to enjoy... apart from the current: boxing the liver, the whole: mind-over-matter experiment... and god, i love the guy, who? joe roran... but whenever he gives his advice, his ultimatum: solution about taking up martial arts? i sort of cringe... the original teacher, ***., sure, he was great, but when he fell ill and was absent from one of the classes, and his pupils took over... for some reason i didn't have it in me to hark out a: HA while doing pointless hand-chopping and whatever, other gesture that we did while doing our marching orders... what has vocals to do with a moving body disguised in impeding phantoms worthy of settling affairs of receiving a bruise? a plum just beneath the eye? i don't know what's right about being kicked in the *****... by a pupil of the "grand" sensei... not when you're, what, 14... and the pupil is way past 2- on the scale of "timing"... no wonder... started writing poetry, grew a ******* instead of keeping the sack and non-disphoric modus operandi... now i get to box my liver and i'm "supposed" to feel an alignment toward a moral "obligation" of: hedonism with a pinch of shame? hell... i'd have loved to have continued learning martial arts... but getting kicked in the ***** is... slightly stretching the imagination as to why i didn't abide by an ambition... as ever, solo, on a bicycle... either that or swimming... but even attaining a ******-status of being allowed entry into the garden i was subsequently kicked out... and my! with what a mighty gesture... all that i was left with was a tarnished name... no wonder i have a death-wish... scraps and leeches... yet at precisely that point: i learned how to laugh... because giving a ****, at that point: became all too, meaningless.