May 13, 2013
15 washers......1 small thick copper wire
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15 washers......1 small thick copper wire
1 medium size solid wire....&....1 small frayed wire of copper....done tonight after the race.
we got up this morning and I just put her on my lap and she loves to watch the mouse go across the screen.....
today's copper....now to go strip wire for the rest of the night
i hate tumblr.
I'll be the guy walking with the big stick ; It's not confidential. I have potential.
I need to fuck something up. I need to hurt something. I need to be standing over it, dominating. I need to release some fire that's been burning for a while. I'm tired of reality and work. I want a real moment. When I can't feel anything. When I'm just hitting until I feel moosh. Go ahead and sleep, I know what I have. I can't stop until it's unrecognizable. Primal. Evil. Then, when I exhale, and look at what I've done. I can be proud. That I lived.
killed it last night in TDM 32-6 (all with my SPAS-12)