mel farr suppastar of fuel presents
t h e l e g e n d o f d i o - c h a n
snow falls softly on cut stone. i began my training in the martial arts in the womb.
grandfather would bring mother to the ruins of the nakoban temple and i would thrust to the
rhythms he produced. i remember this. by 5 years old, i had mastered 8 different martial arts. by
my first flowering, there was nothing left to learn. my dreams were strikes. my thoughts were counters
: : : : : .: greets: kniffy, irokos, lord maxxtro k1o, jopro, warpo, hennifo, grindko, teakayo ::
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