shoot thunk
shoot thunk
shoot thunk
My Bow scraping againest my arm on the last shot.
pain, heat, bruise
i know that their will be a bruise in the morning.
Yellow, Yellow, Yellow 90 90 90
Clap Clap Clap
but is it good to beat the highest.
I don't know, I want to know but will i know, I don't know.
quetly wait to pull my arrows. the bell, i druge over to the wall, i smile but is it enough.
Archery archery is my life silent but deadly.
archery
I love it
" nothing is better than chucking carbon fiber at a inanamate object"
