[NYCSPITZ]

The centrifugal force of his roundhouse kick breaks the everlast seams
as master Oshin tenderly fingers where the color in his denim recedes
87 years old - it seemed like such a light and effortless blow...
but such is his control over chi; both the beneficial and venemous flows
Jason stands there amazed - he squats 5 plates, benches 4 without breaking a sweat
but muscle density couldn't match the time span of this irregular vet
Oshin gives a wily smile -
"see these everlast grains on floor....now watch an entire ocean unfold -
take these chopsticks and sweep 'em 1 by 1 with the motion I showed..."
Jason's jaw drops - he's shocked at the request but he's hardly befuddled
and quickly snaps his jaw shut before he starts a rebuttal
The last motion he trained was shooting nerf basketball hoops
and as he shot he just felt like a nerd practicing, duped
but the arc of his hand was dual death -
both a fatal neck blow, and the defensive catching of a pugilist's fists
so he knew somewhere in this absurdity...that a reason had to truly exist
It was like floor hockey with his middle finger, forefinger and thumb
and he practiced for 3 days, until the onset of carpal tunnel started lingering numb
and after the last grain was swept, Oshin smiled: "you're finished, you're done..."
He didn't see the move's utility until he traveled with Oshin to his native Malaysia
to one of the worst slums filled with murder and the most fatal of capers
When a cultural abomination occured - dissing the elderly...
so Oshin disabled its maker.
One of two deranged teens whispered it too loud: "Let's kill and fuck these guys now..."
in a flash amidst screams - Oshin glided in front of the boy and plucked his eyes out.




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