Quotes For Martial Artists To Live By

[gregimotis]

Know ye now, Bulkington? Glimpses do ye seem to see of that mortally intolerable truth; that all deep, earnest thinking is but the intrepid effort of the soul to keep the open independence of her sea; while the wildest winds of heaven and earth conspire to cast her on the treacherous, slavish shore?

Melville

[EmptyneSs]

"Ask in order to understand, and do not ask in order to find fault, for surely the ignorant man who wants to learn resembles a man of knowledge, and surely a man of knowledge who wants to be difficult resembles an ignorant man who wants to find fault."- Imam Ali

[DocFairtex]

Life is SHORT so what are you DIE-ing for??

Phra Yesu said, "What would you receive if you received all that the world offered and then did not make it into Heaven??"

[chalambok]

"In one hundred years it will not matter what my bank account looked like, what type of car I drove or where I lived but whether or not I made a difference in the life of a child!" - Khru Bryan Dobler

[chalambok]

"One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name." - Sir
Walter Scott

[seppuku]

F**k you i wont do what you tell me
Short but simple. Rage against the machine.

[7r14ngL3Ch0k3]

If I tell you I'm good, you would probably think I'm boasting.
If I tell you I'm no good, you know I'm lying.

-Bruce Jun Fan Lee

[chalambok]

"The best defense is running away." - Hickson Gracie

[William]

Cool, this thread still lives.


William

[EmptyneSs]

**** danzig...that's why I listen to tool.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W7O-Nd0tZg8&search=tool%20choke

check out the hip throw with the arm, to taking the back, to the choke...all while singing. Never skipping a beat. And he's probably REALLY fucked up on Mushrooms and or LSD and nameless other hallucenogenic/psychedelic/psychotropic drugs.

aenima is one of the best albums ever made. so is lateralus. but the new album sounds way too much like lateralus in inmop, which was really disapointing to me.

Sober still gives me chills.

[Garland]

**** danzig...that's why I listen to tool.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W7O-Nd0tZg8&search=tool%20choke

check out the hip throw with the arm, to taking the back, to the choke...all while singing. Never skipping a beat. And he's probably REALLY fucked up on Mushrooms and or LSD and nameless other hallucenogenic/psychedelic/psychotropic drugs.

[EmptyneSs]

I said it before in the JKD forums and I'll say it again, Danzig needs a hug!

http://media.putfile.com/danzig_fight

damn he got clocked. that sucks. getting clocked like that by a fat out of shape slob when you are muscular sucks ass.

[GonzoStyles]

Gotta have you on my wall
Gotta have you on my wall, 'cause

I want your skull
I need your skull
I want your skull
I need your skull

I said it before in the JKD forums and I'll say it again, Danzig needs a hug!

http://media.putfile.com/danzig_fight

[Garland]

we must talk in every telephone
get eaten off the web
must rip out all the epilogues
to the books that we have read
and in the face of every criminal strapped firmly to a chair
we must stare, we must stare, we must stare

we must take all of the medicines
too expensive now to sell
set fire to the preacher who is promising us hell
and in ear of every anarchist who sleeps but doesn't dream
we must sing, we must sing, we must sing

while my mother waters plants
my father loads his gun
he says death will give us back to god
just like the setting sun

a return to the lonesome ocean

*

we must blend into the choir
sing as static with the whole
we must memorize nine numbers
and deny we have a soul
and to this endless race for propery and privelege to be won
we must run we must run we must run

we must hang in the belfry where the bats and moonlight laugh
we must stare into a crystal ball and only see the past
and in the caverns of tommorow with only our flashlights and our love
we must plunge we must plunge we must plunge

and then we'll see it, we'll see it, we'll see it

oh my morning's running past
the whole world's waking up
all the city busses swimming past
I'm happy just because

I found out I am really no one.

-Bright Eyes, "Lonesome Ocean"


My best friend, a heroin addict, introduced me to this group...they say the lead singer is the Bob Dylan of our generation. I remember driving around wih my friend, depressed and depraved, watching him smoke his tar...we'd park in front of one of the many random, faceless houses and he'd light up the tinfoil with a dirty straw in his mouth.

The smoke would always smell like a mix between india ink and cat food...

I would look at him, and watch him retch, and cough...then go back to smoking another puff. After a while, it doesn't bother you, and you become familiar with the smell, and less paranoid with the situation, so long as he parks with the lights off.

I loved this kid, more of a brother most times to me than my own brother.
all of the things we experienced together marked turning points in our lives... as well as the people he introduced me to
the girl he met in a psychiatric insititute who helped me to realize faults in my personal life, and how to forgive and move on with my life.
one of my ex's...who was also an addict, whom I fell for only to have her run away to florida for several months without a word to me...
when she came back she wanted to see me, four more months later she was married
a week after, she came to my doorstep saying she wanted me back.

Things that you learn from these experiences can't be put into words. Holding your friends' arms and helping them shoot up when you know it's killing them, after you've tried to talk them out of it.

The guilt that wanes quickly, leading to a different kind of guilt when you see people overdose who you were with when they first started with heavy drugs....
Can turn you into a hypocondriach and an agoraphobic...
When you see those around you in constant pain and contention with life...
watching your lovers go crazy, then come back begging, then slip back into estrangement.


you cope with everything by chain smoking and listening to music...billowing gray clouds into the light of street lamps, and stars...
go in and out of stages trying to either ignore everything, or trying to subconsciouslly recognise that all of these trials have made you stronger or harder than the people you have to deal with everyday...
or, oddly enough, create memoirs and parables out of your experiences...
articulate enough and artful enough to convey the whole scene and make the reader feel...with the knowledge that people don't learn from others mistakes...so an intention of trying to create bonds with strangers...evoke emotion...

then go back to trying to create fantasy futures...knowing that once you concede to the 9 to 5, or don't believe you can travel, or have elaborate experiences of every desire you wish for...or right every wrong you see...
or slip into apathy and start, slowly, giving up the ghost...and your vitality, to maturity, or, rather, complacency...

I'm drunk...it's all I can do for now...

I hope nobody thinks ill of me, or less of me because of this...
I realise my mistakes...I'm still young, so I figure maybe I should make more now...while I have excuses left.

[EmptyneSs]

" I eat Green Berets for breakfast."
-Arnold