four pistols and a shotgun. a field so littered with the random detritus of gunplay as to loose sight of the brown of the earth. shattered trees in the background, twisted metal riddled sliced and deformed with the vented aggressions of many. clay pigeons safety orange, useless and shattered in pieces among the ripped an torn coffee cans, computers, sheet metal, and propane tanks. phone books left to rot.
I can shoot a golf ball at 20 yrds with the right gun. apparently.
i can't hit the broad side of an SUV with the wrong one.
i can hit anything with a shotgun.
a most irresponsible, suitably un-buddhist, entirely violent way to spend my time, testing calibers and slinging supersonic bits of metal. loud, abusive and violent. it is good.
it can't be like it used to be. it can't be flowers and a kiss, it can't be a rock to the skull. it will never taste so sweet, no not that same dish. we can't carry what they carried in the past, and we shall not behave in that fashion. we can't go back.
I can shoot a golf ball at 20 yrds with the right gun. apparently.
i can't hit the broad side of an SUV with the wrong one.
i can hit anything with a shotgun.
a most irresponsible, suitably un-buddhist, entirely violent way to spend my time, testing calibers and slinging supersonic bits of metal. loud, abusive and violent. it is good.
it can't be like it used to be. it can't be flowers and a kiss, it can't be a rock to the skull. it will never taste so sweet, no not that same dish. we can't carry what they carried in the past, and we shall not behave in that fashion. we can't go back.
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~cheers
i know, right?! the tub is right next to the front door & i know sometimes i am VERY loud. i often wonder what the neighbors hear, but they are all very friendly so whatever it is they must like it.