Orale muchachos!
Some days, the lucha libre looms above me, a seemingly insurmountable task.
Verdad.
On these days only the truest luchadors persist.
Joints popping, sinews strained taut, the pressure is felt in the bones.
What is glory?
Is it thousands of adoring fans screaming your name?
No.
It is being able to put your truest self into any context.
Verdad.
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My brother, that was elegance. Made me set my glass down, only to raise it back up in your honor. We for whom strength is a virtue do truly toil in the shadow of a ceaseless antagonist; our victories are short-lived. A picture may be painted, a pot may be thrown; this is as close to immortality as an artist is allowed to exist. The art of strength is gone tomorrow should you neglect it today. Word up, sweet daddy.
And by the by, I'll be on an upcoming episode of "Profiles in Strength". Laugh if you must.:Preston Chestworthy - logout :
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