my katana came ... the tsuba is bent .... fuck... but its beautiful ... its been a while since ive had a real sword... not the training ones that brake every few mounths cause im to rough... i miss being happy not nessacarly the fackt of being someones ... just being happy the uncontrolable feeling of happness... and smileing ... hell i havent smiled .. in a long time... a real long time... its all been combat and work.... and frowns... nieves .... shes been flearting with an old acuatance of mine... its good shes happy... 
... just wish i wasnt alone... but thats the way of it... so untill later ill half to just keep killling my heart ... my swords are good for that... 
but they dont make the pain stop... just give it a place to strike... some day soon ... ill smile again... im sure the goddess is here i feel her more and more ... im not alone but my heart is... i dont think for much longer thought... till then take a look at my picks for my katana and my healing face...ouch...
till later
... just wish i wasnt alone... but thats the way of it... so untill later ill half to just keep killling my heart ... my swords are good for that... but they dont make the pain stop... just give it a place to strike... some day soon ... ill smile again... im sure the goddess is here i feel her more and more ... im not alone but my heart is... i dont think for much longer thought... till then take a look at my picks for my katana and my healing face...ouch...
till later