A littler birdie told me Cory Ray thinks I’m vain because I take pictures of me on my phone at random times, delete the ones I don’t like, and send the ones I do like to my GIRLFRIEND, which asks for the photos because we’re in a long distant relationship. It makes her happy for me to do so. :]. When asked, I do say I am just learning guitar. The photo in the park was taken spontaneously (I was practicing the song If I Could by Alex Arthur in that photo). I know a few songs. Yeah. And as for actually playing music, I’ve recorded with a band in a full professional studio. We even had a logo and played real shows. I’d like to hear you say that, honestly. There’s that word you like to just throw around. Yeah, I’m 6 foot tall, honestly. Well, if I were Cory Ray, I could say that HONESTLY, but seeing that I try to follow the rule of the word as defined, I cannot. I am a mere 5’6”-7” [somewhere in there].
As for “look at me, I’m good.” I spend about 4 hours a day training in martial arts, and the rest of the time I scatter amongst my other activities in practice. If you want proof of me playing in Norwich, look up Matt Jones, he’s the kid I play with. Another example. You asked me to tattoo you. I told you I wasn’t good enough and didn’t trust in my capabilities to do such a tattoo yet, did I not? So there, I admitted it. I say the same to all who ask for tattoos.
But hey, at least I don’t waste my time getting as high as I can to avoid my real problems. I faced my problems, and that left you in a pile on the floor in the room just next to that in which I type at this moment. Oh fucking well. Go ahead, become mayor of Norwich. BIG FUCKING DREAMS right there. Turn a hell hole into a pretty one, if you dare.
Also, stating you haven’t seen my poetry is a blatant lie. You were on your laptop in your kitchen, thoughtfully admiring your intellect found within your silly little Xanga when you asked me to. I typed in the url to my Tumblr, this page you may or may not be reading this upon at the very moment, and showed you a poem entitled Together We Will Live Forever. And you read it. Again, so much for your brand of honesty.
On to your next point. If I had been angry when I attacked you, my attack would not have been so tactful. Two punches, and then a rear naked choke hold, executed to perfection. You could do nothing. And then I stood, and let you open your mouth again, in which my brother, sick of your tongue, struck you to silence the lies flowing like vodka induced vomit.
But when it all comes down to it, and as I have learned in my multiple ranking tests in multiple martial arts: physical combat is not a test of physical endurance, but mental. The will of a man overcomes the strength of a man any day. Your will was simply found wanting.
Yeah, I’ll admit your tongue is laced with the silver of a serpent, but a fallacy is a fallacy no matter how you spew it.
P.S. I’ve always stated I used to be buddhist. Stop trying to hold on to something so hard - it’ll get you punched in the face.
