Post by Will Da Beeste on Feb 19, 2008 16:21:34 GMT -5
John,
You were always bigger than me but who was the best? Again, it was you. You massive man.
Since we last "met" I have been in training. Not physical training, Matrix, mental. "Hard" is a state of mind, Matrix, and my god am I hard when I think of you.
I also worked on a fishing boat. Very hard. Have you ever held a fat, wet rope in your hands as a six-footer tugs mercilessly on the other end? Have you John? It's tough, John, so tough. Fingerless leather gloves with holes cut out for the knuckles help, but you wouldn't get any to fit your huge, beautiful fists. If you were onboard under my command, you would get sore, John, very, very sore.
Now it's my turn, my turn to turn the tables. I've been shopping, just for you. Know what I bought? It isn't a birthday card. You never remembered mine, you cruel prince. It's a knife Matrix, a big long shiny deathwand with your name written all over it. My wand will soon be inside you Matrix, cold, hard and deadly. You can try to stick your enormous weapon in me, just try. Remember though John, I'm smart, I have the edge. Chainmail, Matrix. And a fitted leather jerkin cut on a bias.
You are in my part of the school now.
Be seeing you. As always.
B.
You were always bigger than me but who was the best? Again, it was you. You massive man.
Since we last "met" I have been in training. Not physical training, Matrix, mental. "Hard" is a state of mind, Matrix, and my god am I hard when I think of you.
I also worked on a fishing boat. Very hard. Have you ever held a fat, wet rope in your hands as a six-footer tugs mercilessly on the other end? Have you John? It's tough, John, so tough. Fingerless leather gloves with holes cut out for the knuckles help, but you wouldn't get any to fit your huge, beautiful fists. If you were onboard under my command, you would get sore, John, very, very sore.
Now it's my turn, my turn to turn the tables. I've been shopping, just for you. Know what I bought? It isn't a birthday card. You never remembered mine, you cruel prince. It's a knife Matrix, a big long shiny deathwand with your name written all over it. My wand will soon be inside you Matrix, cold, hard and deadly. You can try to stick your enormous weapon in me, just try. Remember though John, I'm smart, I have the edge. Chainmail, Matrix. And a fitted leather jerkin cut on a bias.
You are in my part of the school now.
Be seeing you. As always.
B.
