Your technique is magnificent. When cut across the neck, a sound like wailing winter winds is heard, they say. I'd always hoped to cut someone like that someday, to hear that sound.
I have thoughts that snap like cornstarch between your fingers. My attention span is negligible. I exist in slow motion and the world flies around me. I see the speed lines in my peripherals. Don't fall behind.
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