There are Five GIANT BIIG-ASS Boulders that are about 10 feet away from the Rear Property Line. I've always wanted just FOUR to Represent Buddha's 'Four-Fold Noble Truths so One of those BIGG Asses had to 'git to gittin'. I fetched the BIIIGGGEST chain in the arsenal, set an anchor choke on the Maple-that-had-bifurcated and cranked out to Tension. Then I went indoors to rest my knee. After half an hour I got back out, BUT the Sky that had been GLORIOUSLY Blue was now gun-metal gray.
I'd wedged a(n) Heavy Duty Scissor Jack to break Inertia thereby initiating Movement. I mean, it was at STRAIN but shit, I figured SIX FREAKING TONS of Straight Line PULL would ease that concrete-ized LEAD BLOB into (onto ?) a Trajectory of Ratchet Flow.
I cranked the Puller until I couldn't. That meant SIX FREAKING TONS >>>> WASN'T ENOUGH. The Magic Rope line and 5/8ths Chain were so TIGHT they made a guitar string Sound. Now THAT was fucking ODD !!!!!!!!!!!!
I sat down on Odin's Plastic Throne and Surveyed the Scene. The Boulder was 'bound-uP' so much so that SIX FREAKING TONS OF STRAIGHT LINE PULL was fucking USELESS. I looked HARD. Preventing Movement was BARELY four inches of set-back contact, a tangential EDGE of FUCKING DOOM. When I saw this after many several First Times, I figured the sheer WEIGHT of MASS would grind the Heart Crystal so that the Other could "move away sloooooooooooow".
That four fucking inches was all I need to get fucking FUCKED. Trust me on this, Size ISN'T Everything.
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