I come to you with only karate, empty hands. I have no weapons, but should I be forced to defend myself, my principles or my honor; should it be a matter of life or death, of right or wrong; then here are my weapons, karate, my empty hands.Edmund Kealoha Parker
- March, 1957
I am the mad cackling chaote in the night. I am the bone shaking shaman under the freeway. I am the boardroom mystic slipping away from this world as I get rooted deeper in Malkuth. I am the red-eyed slathering ecstatic tearing my own flesh. I am all these things and I am not. I am Nebro.
