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Run, run fast. Run fast or you'll never get there. Now get low, that's right real low. Lower. Even lower. Perfect. Keep up that speed, even faster if possible. Now as you close in shift your body slightly to the left, that's great. Make sure you can see past. Can you? Okay, now increase your speed. Then...

I know I haven't been the greatest in the world. In fact the word cunt springs rapidly to mind, but I haven't stooped to his level. Folks this is one of the few times recently I'm going to talk straight. Some wanker - big, fat, ugly, supposed to be my friend - tried to get with my girlfriend the other day because she was high and he felt he could take advantage of her. What a fucking cunt arsed motherfucking wanker. The tit, the ass grovelling, cock munching, butt pirate whose only source of mental pleasure is his mother who constantly told him he was thin so now he thinks he's a fucking sex God when really he weighs around twenty stone and has tits that rival some of the girls I've been with, (and I'm a boob guy!) tried to get with my girlfriend.

...Sink your shoulder straight into his ribs. Feel them crack under your hard strong bone. He will fall to the floor. You have done enough. In life you must maintain a level of control. You balanced the equation, never tip it over again. Never give someone a reason to equal the equation. Do just enough. But make sure it hurts. Once he's down walk away, and don't look back.

The Eyes Of Moses

I dove in head first. My face plunged into the black icy cold water. I could see nothing. I could feel nothing but the pounding of my heart behind my ribs. My head emerged from the dark water and I began to swim frantically ahead. As my legs kick harder they hit the hands and the faces of the dead staring up from beneath me. They once too tried to make this journey and failed, they became a slave to this icy dungeon forever.

I would not be brought down however, I will work harder than they did and I will get there. My body is beyond a description of cold that anyone would be able to understand. My mind remains focused though.

I feel a tug around my ankles, most the feeling had gone from my lower extremities but I can tell that it is my ankle that is caught. I try and move on but it is still caught on something. I then feel myself slowly being pulled back. I fight forward but I am being forced under. I kick and kick and kick. Somehow I loosen whatever grip was on me, because I move off closer.

It will be a tremendous day when I reach it, I have secretly watched it for so long, and now it was just my turn to jump for it. I hope it is just as good as it looked from across the lake. I wonder whether I will be disappointed at it's touch. To hold the beautiful green light in my palms should give me the warmest feeling of all after that chilling journey. But we shall see, we shall see.