I AM INCREASINGLY HORRIFIED BY THE PHOTOS I SEE OF WHAT HAPPENED AT MOS.
DUDE!!!!
And it doesn't HELP that everyone has their profile picture of THAT?!!?!?!? ARGH! My reputation is definitely tarnished forever. I will now have to change my last name and move far away from here.
Best part? I don't have an excuse because I wasn't even drunk man. COMPLETELY SOBER. I can't imagine what would happen if I were drunk. And without my two protective mother hens... Hah.
Well, at least he didn't taste of whiskey. (I bloody hate whiskey. Makes me vomit.)
And he was English.
And he was not fat. (Though on the short side.)
Hmmmm.
It was quite nice, actually. Hahaha.
Ok, will not elaborate. I don't want judgemental people to criticise my (negligible) morals and turpitude. Like, HONEY, I KNOW. Just shut up already. It's different when THESE PEOPLE do it and when like, the girls do it.
Like, WHAT------EVER.
Anyway, I just read Mishima's 'Patriotism' again.
DUDE IT'S FREAKING CHILLING. I loveitloveitloveit!!! You guys should REALLY REALLY READ IT. It's short and simple. But the effect is like, WOAH. I wanted to cry and die at the end. In fact, Mishima DID do the hara kiri disembowelement thing himself. Go check it out on wikipedia man. WHAT a guy.
"With only his right hand on the sword the lieutenant began to cut sideways across his stomach. But as the blade became entangled with the entrails it was pushed constantly outward by their soft resilience; and the lieutenant realised that it would be necessary, as he cut, to use both hands to keep the point pressed deep into his stomach. He pulled the blade across. It did not cut as easily as he had expected. He directed the strength of his whole body into his right hand and pulled again. There was a cut of three or four inches...."
And my FAVOURITE LINE FROM THE STORY:
"The vommiting made the fierce pain fiercer still, and the stomach, which had thus far remained firm and compact, now abruptly heaved, opening wide its wound, and the entrails burst through, as if the wound too were vomiting. Seemingly ignorant of their master's suffering, the entrails gave an impression of robust health and almost disagreeable vitality as they slipped smoothly out and spilled over into the crotch. The lieutenant's head drooped, his shoulders heaved, his eyes opened to narrow slits, and a thin trickle of saliva dribbled from his mouth. The gold markings on his epaulettes caught the light and glinted..."
MAN.
How can you not FEEL when you read this? I'm sure it's even better in Japanese.
Now is a good time to prepare and ready myself for another round of Dostoyevsky... or (DARE I SAY IT) Kafka?????
You know what? Maybe not. Marquis de Sade will do absolutely fine. (Hehehehehe)Labels: dude, judgemental idiots, mos, whiskey |
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