I think it's important i discuss my dream from last night. Because it was so fucking epic. But let's get a little mood music going first.
K.
I was back in high school, standing around with a bunch of guys from my year level. We were on the edge of the football oval. It was lunchtime and everyone was out of the classrooms, eating, kicking the football, hanging out in their designated clicks. The area we were standing in was grassed, and there were a couple of red brick BBQ's. A few meters away was the small sports pavilion where the tractors and mowers were kept, on the lower floor, and where all of the jock conventions were held on the upper floor.
The grass on the oval was a really deep green and the sky was blue, with only a few clouds. It was a perfect day. So in the small group i was with, there was maybe 8 or so other guys. (i went to an all boy christian brothers school.. nuff said. Summer uniform was light grey knee high shorts, long white socks, always worn with garters just below the knee, black polished shoes, white shirt and a tie) But i digress. I was talking to one friend, the others were just in the same year level as i was. There was a constant background noise as you would expect during a lunch break at a school. It wasn't too loud where we were, most of the noise was muffled.
All of a sudden there was this peaceful whistle of wind then a smooth, clean SHINK noise. Everyone around the area stopped and looked at each other, as if to say, 'did you guys hear that too?' I looked around at the shock on all of the other kids faces. But there was one face i couldn't see. Like he hadn't had heard the noise at all. His gaze was locked on the ground below. His mouth jarred open. Blood streaming out, down his white shirt. A samurai sword had gone through the upper back part of his skull, and the blade was sticking out of his mouth like a long tongue, lodged into the ground, propping him up. We watched in disbelief. A few guys were calling his name, asking if he was alright. This dude was pretty fucking far from alright. But anyway.
Here he was, a neatly dressed, good catholic schoolboy, pinned to the ground with a samarai sword that seemed as if it had fallen from heaven. He wasn't standing, nor lying down, nor sitting. He was kind of slouched over, on his tippy toes, the handle of the sword at the top of his skull, the blade stuck deep into the dirt below the green grass, making him look like a kind of rag doll. We looked around. We could hear that same deliberate peaceful whistling, louder and louder. We all looked up. There were more. More samurai swords falling from the sky.
I tried to make sense of it. Looking for a plane. But there weren't any. Only long black, shiny silver swords hurtling to the earth. Everyone scattered... More like ran around in circles freaking out. I stood there watching the sky. And watching my classmates piss themselves and try to escape their fates. Another classmate was struck THUD, a sheathed sword this time, it hit him right in the forehead and he hit the ground as if punched by the hand of God. It was pretty fucking epic to watch. Anyway, they kept falling, just on the egde of the oval. Everyone else oblivious to what was going on besides the group of us that had conjugated there.
Fuck it. I was going to catch one. I watched the sky. One sword caught my eye. I watched it's entire journey, listening to the gust of wind it made as it tore through the sky, hurtling towards the ground. It was getting closer. This sword was sheathed. But either way, i was going to catch it. Sheathed or not. I widened my stance, bent my knees and prepared for the impact. I had my hands far enough apart to catch it. Here it came. Fuck yeah. Such an adrenaline rush. For some reason i knew those who were left, were watching me like i was fucking retarded. Trying to actually catch one. Then SHINK....
I opened my eyes and in my hands was what looked like a shiny black curved pole. I had never seen anything so beautiful. My left hand had caught the lower part of the covered blade, and my right hand, higher up. Gripping it, like i was hanging on for my life. I looked around in disbeief. WTF i actually caught it. I was so stoked. Although it was sheathed, the bottom of the case had dug into the ground. Still gripping it, i wriggled and pulled until it came from the ground. I looked around. Some of my classmates were on the ground, blood pooling, others were still running around losing their shit. I looked up again, and the sun was brighter than it had ever been. And there was a beautiful warm breeze. I looked around. I counted, 1..2..3....4....5..6....7 There were 7 other samurai swords, either impaling my calssmates or lying on the ground. 1 of the 8 samurai swords i caught. Fuck yeah. I was stoked!
I can't describe the feeling. I guess, it was godlike. So whoever was left alive was looking at me, like i had planned for this to happen. WTF. How could i plan for this to happen. Just because i fucking caught one!? I looked down at the black case, i kept one hand on it, and grabbed the handle with my other hand. I slowly unsheathed it. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee. I have never seen anything like it. This was no ordinary samurai sword. First of all, the shape of the blade that came out of the standard shaped case, could not have possibly fit in there. It was blinding as the sun reflected off it. Like the first time it had ever been seen. There were serated edges on different sides, at different intervals, curves, where there shouldn't be. I finally fully unsheathed it. So rad..
Yep i actually dreamed this last night. I wish you guys could have been there. FUCK IT WAS COOL!!!!!!!!!
...and seeing you guys stuck it out, and managed to read through my entire blog. You get a cookie
- HM
K.
I was back in high school, standing around with a bunch of guys from my year level. We were on the edge of the football oval. It was lunchtime and everyone was out of the classrooms, eating, kicking the football, hanging out in their designated clicks. The area we were standing in was grassed, and there were a couple of red brick BBQ's. A few meters away was the small sports pavilion where the tractors and mowers were kept, on the lower floor, and where all of the jock conventions were held on the upper floor.
The grass on the oval was a really deep green and the sky was blue, with only a few clouds. It was a perfect day. So in the small group i was with, there was maybe 8 or so other guys. (i went to an all boy christian brothers school.. nuff said. Summer uniform was light grey knee high shorts, long white socks, always worn with garters just below the knee, black polished shoes, white shirt and a tie) But i digress. I was talking to one friend, the others were just in the same year level as i was. There was a constant background noise as you would expect during a lunch break at a school. It wasn't too loud where we were, most of the noise was muffled.
All of a sudden there was this peaceful whistle of wind then a smooth, clean SHINK noise. Everyone around the area stopped and looked at each other, as if to say, 'did you guys hear that too?' I looked around at the shock on all of the other kids faces. But there was one face i couldn't see. Like he hadn't had heard the noise at all. His gaze was locked on the ground below. His mouth jarred open. Blood streaming out, down his white shirt. A samurai sword had gone through the upper back part of his skull, and the blade was sticking out of his mouth like a long tongue, lodged into the ground, propping him up. We watched in disbelief. A few guys were calling his name, asking if he was alright. This dude was pretty fucking far from alright. But anyway.
Here he was, a neatly dressed, good catholic schoolboy, pinned to the ground with a samarai sword that seemed as if it had fallen from heaven. He wasn't standing, nor lying down, nor sitting. He was kind of slouched over, on his tippy toes, the handle of the sword at the top of his skull, the blade stuck deep into the dirt below the green grass, making him look like a kind of rag doll. We looked around. We could hear that same deliberate peaceful whistling, louder and louder. We all looked up. There were more. More samurai swords falling from the sky.
I tried to make sense of it. Looking for a plane. But there weren't any. Only long black, shiny silver swords hurtling to the earth. Everyone scattered... More like ran around in circles freaking out. I stood there watching the sky. And watching my classmates piss themselves and try to escape their fates. Another classmate was struck THUD, a sheathed sword this time, it hit him right in the forehead and he hit the ground as if punched by the hand of God. It was pretty fucking epic to watch. Anyway, they kept falling, just on the egde of the oval. Everyone else oblivious to what was going on besides the group of us that had conjugated there.
Fuck it. I was going to catch one. I watched the sky. One sword caught my eye. I watched it's entire journey, listening to the gust of wind it made as it tore through the sky, hurtling towards the ground. It was getting closer. This sword was sheathed. But either way, i was going to catch it. Sheathed or not. I widened my stance, bent my knees and prepared for the impact. I had my hands far enough apart to catch it. Here it came. Fuck yeah. Such an adrenaline rush. For some reason i knew those who were left, were watching me like i was fucking retarded. Trying to actually catch one. Then SHINK....
I opened my eyes and in my hands was what looked like a shiny black curved pole. I had never seen anything so beautiful. My left hand had caught the lower part of the covered blade, and my right hand, higher up. Gripping it, like i was hanging on for my life. I looked around in disbeief. WTF i actually caught it. I was so stoked. Although it was sheathed, the bottom of the case had dug into the ground. Still gripping it, i wriggled and pulled until it came from the ground. I looked around. Some of my classmates were on the ground, blood pooling, others were still running around losing their shit. I looked up again, and the sun was brighter than it had ever been. And there was a beautiful warm breeze. I looked around. I counted, 1..2..3....4....5..6....7 There were 7 other samurai swords, either impaling my calssmates or lying on the ground. 1 of the 8 samurai swords i caught. Fuck yeah. I was stoked!
I can't describe the feeling. I guess, it was godlike. So whoever was left alive was looking at me, like i had planned for this to happen. WTF. How could i plan for this to happen. Just because i fucking caught one!? I looked down at the black case, i kept one hand on it, and grabbed the handle with my other hand. I slowly unsheathed it. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck meeeeeeeeeeeeee. I have never seen anything like it. This was no ordinary samurai sword. First of all, the shape of the blade that came out of the standard shaped case, could not have possibly fit in there. It was blinding as the sun reflected off it. Like the first time it had ever been seen. There were serated edges on different sides, at different intervals, curves, where there shouldn't be. I finally fully unsheathed it. So rad..
Yep i actually dreamed this last night. I wish you guys could have been there. FUCK IT WAS COOL!!!!!!!!!
...and seeing you guys stuck it out, and managed to read through my entire blog. You get a cookie
- HM
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