Folded molten metal , layered over time as an expression of love and dedication to the art of the craft, a master artisans soul , rigid , cold , unyeilding and beautiful , bright , balance. Acheiving purpose in a dance of blood and mortality.
What is it that you are trying to kill?
You might hurt yourself with no skill,
swinging a sword is slightly different than
Maybe a Stihl could be more pragmatic.
(more) A Ginsu might be anti-climatic.
Now Gerber, that is simple form, very libertarian.
A Leatherman with all the gadgets can transform
In the end, the axe could deform them all,
There was a boy who had a job. He was good at it. Too good. So good in enveloped him. It consumed him. Not like it was his consuming passion, mind you. But it actually consumed him.
One morning he woke up and realized he'd been living his life as his jo(more)b and it was too much. So he quickly decided to end it all. End all of his job, that is. Unfortunately, he had been consumed by his job for so long that he actually developed consumption.
Sadly, days after quiting his job, he died a sad and lonely death. The kind of death one thinks of if one thinks of such things while drinking alone. A death that left a blank space for noone, except his boss.
Being a lonely man, his boss read of his former worker's death by consumption. And in the dark of night, he dug his former worker's body up from it's lonely grave. He shoved it into his car and drove it back to the office.
He drug the body into the elevator and rode it with him up to the 10th floor. The floor the worker once dreamed of jumping from, but didn't.
After sitting the corpse at it's old work station, the boss realized that he had been consumed by work so much that he desicrated the grave of his former worker. While feeling slightly remorseful (yet not so remorseful as to stop the behavior), he turned on the desktop computer for the corpse and left it alone at it's work station.
After all, he wasn't a micro manger.(less)