...love em all. Trust a few. Fear None.
Last night was Bloodsport. We were living the golden years of our youth out on the cold cement floor and artistic ceilings of TAO like the force of a thousand storms. Words have weight but when something so fragile is uttered, the delicate balance it needs for temporarily can shatter. Just know that if you weren't us last night, you damn sure wish you were.
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