Socratez on air!

Is is a bird? Is it a plane? Is it superman? NO! It's Socratez on air! Together with his femme fatale Pernille. Wings of Grace, I tell you, wings of Grace with a capital G cuz I'm a G boy working on behalf of The Dude.
So we went to this radio station yesterday and arranged for an interview there right on the spot. Within an hour we were sitting in the studio and answering some questions. It's gonna be a 3 minute show, so tune in on Osnabrueck radio! You'll hear my warm, charming and decisive voice mixed with Pernille sounding deep, sexy and dangerous! A righteous combination for sure.

What else, we also went to this fitness centre where I saw the stereotyphical German hot girl: blonde, big eyes, full lips, fine breasts and a nice tan. That's how we want them don't we. Oh and ofcourse, OFCOURSE, her name was Claudia! How couldn't it be, DOH!
Oh it gets even better, because Claudia likes them handcuffs; she wants to be a police woman. How much more do you need to have those engines in your brain start rolling, it's like putting NOS in your ferrari. Overkill!

You don't wanna know about my imagination powers, any normal human being would probably go insane after a single day. Keep that gun cocked and loaded with a full clip and all that energy goes into creativity. But you need to empty that clip at times, else it's only gonna annoy you. That's why celebacy don't work; there's no joy in keeping your finger on the trigger if you know you aint gonna shoot anyway.
It requires some discipline though; most people out there want to shoot as soon as they lock and load. Don't let your emotions guide you, nono, be in charge; YOU are the man and YOU own the gun, don't let the gun own you. Besides, nothing sucks so much as having to reload when you need to be ready to pop! Just because you couldn't get ahold of yourself. It's a shame, a damn shame. Cuz that's when you die, that's when young men get killed in the line of duty. Fought bravely my ass, they barely knew how their gun worked.

These guys coming with their big artillery thinking they own the place. But pride comes before the downfall, always. It's like sword fighting, it doesn't matter what sword you use, it's how you use it. The gun don't make the man, the man make the gun.
Fuck, if you should know anything, it's that one of the most famous sword fighters ever, Musashi, fought with wooden swords and crushed all the skulls of his opponents who were using real katanas. They thought he wasn't taking them seriously, but it's nothing about that. He was just using their weakness; ego. Thinking everything you see reflects back upon you, and it does, but not in the way that you might imagine.
So next time take a good look at that gun, polish it 'til it shines but don't pull the trigger. If you're really badass, you can cock it without having to shoot it. Then you are on your edge man!
On the edge, that's where you wanna be, cause then you're sharper than all those katanas combined even though you're using wooden swords.

You know what I'm saying? Fuckin' A if you do!
Another lesson by Socratez.