Load it up and kill one

ok i'm really bored so i'm gonna flame a random group of people now.
yes, i dont mind if they come along and take offence, because i'm quite sure i can shank their asses up.
so anyway...
*spins wheel*
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.
.
oh wait.
i dont have a fucking wheel.
oh well.
i choose....
anime freaks.

first things first.
you are NOT japanese.
you will NEVER become japanese no matter how hard you try.
you dont have a chance to, so why dont you give up dropping jap phrases every once in a while even though NOBODY UNDERSTANDS YOU.

you dont see me dropping latin phrases even though i've always wanted to learn latin, have you?
no wait. thats a bit remote.
you don't see me spouting cockney phrases even though i'd actually like to be a brit, innit?
and no, words like bollocks and cunt dont count because they've received widespread media attention and are thus well known internationally.

and yeah anyway.
there's a fine line between devotion and obsession.
devotion is watching anime when you've nothing to do.
obsession is locking yourself home all day to watch anime for hours straight without taking a break.

anyway...
anime is a fucking cartoon.
yeah, it has plots and such.
big fucking difference.
its still a cartoon.
even though there's a plot doesnt mean you can watch it non stop, innit?
i mean...
*pulls a direct comparison out of nowhere*
i dont watch the simpsons or south park non stop, eh?

anyway its kinda stupid when someone pops a major nose bleed when he sees a bit of leg.
or stuff like that.
yep.
in real life it all happens, eh?
we suddenly pop huge # signs on our heads.
we grow astronomically huge drops of sweat.
our eyes suddenly grow disproportionately huge.
every guy's hair is either impossibly long or impossibly spiky.
hair dye is dirt cheap.
everybody can pull amazingly huge hammers out of some 5th dimension behind their backs.

ah well...
anime is a dime a dozen.
and some people really take it too seriously.
i really hate some aspects of it.
for example...
i hate the "chibi" style.
not only is it nowhere near anatomically realistic,
it isn't even physically possible to have heads so disproportionately huge.
its just yet another pathetic attempt to seem "cute"
maybe this is because i'm a fucked up weirdo, but i don't even think it looks nice in the first place.
do you idiots really think its fucking CUTE?
if you do, take a BLOODY look at this.



cute?
i don't fucking think so.

anyway...
i hate people who try to fucking act cute.
no, it isn't cute.
maybe this is because i don't share their aesthetic or smth.
i just don't really understand cute.
i've kinda got a fucked up sense of aesthetics, actually.
i understand the mainstream sense of style,
but i dont understand the rationale behind it.
nor do i appreciate it.

i don't know...
i've had a kinda...
macabre sense ever since...
i don't know...
sec 2 or 3?
its been quite a while.
i used to be such a...
normal little boy.
now i'm...
*breathes deep*
a psychotic-sadistic-self-depreciating-morbid-lunatic.
maybe i've grown up.
all i know is that if this goes on and on...
selwyn's dead.
munky's dead.
it'd be blüdrayne all the way.
maybe i should get myself a padded cell.
i've gotten sent to all sorts of counselling and such...
i'm not sure if it'll work.
maybe i should go try electroshock therapy.
its more...
forceful, so it SHOULD work better.

i used to think i'd only be... insane until i found someone willing to listen to me et al.
guess what?
i was wrong.
its like a genetic disorder.
it becomes recessive, but sooner or later it comes back.
like some overnight curry you eat at 3am.

oh yah.
during the holidays maybe i'll be designing (and printing) t shirts.
so far the general concept we've come up with shock.
its like marilyn manson, to put it simply.
so far i've come up with 3 general themes.

1) desecration of cultural icons.
for example... a gory, zombified elvis.

2) Sexual deviance.
usage of sexually deviant imagery. for example, CBT (cock & ball torture)
its basically like pornogrind.

3) General gore.
for example... i've come up with 1 idea.
imagine a curled up bloody foetus.
ok now imagine it with weathered, grey stone wings.
imagine a noticeable crack in its skull.
imagine a muted halo.
imagine it positioned on the heart of a black t shirt.
now imagine a celtic cross graphic stretching across the whole t chirt, with the crux located at the heart.
thats my idea.
i'll get down to doing it eventually...

anyway... stylistically its kinda like early punk rock crossed with shock rock.
i'm quite sure nobody understands that though.
noone's (who reads my blog) as into music as i am.
and don't gimme shit about different genres.
i listen to more than metal.
i can basically round most ppl's musical taste to 3 genres, actually.

lemme try...

Yuxuan-
Electronica-Influenced breakbeats (no, not hip hop.i refuse to call it hip hop, though its a stylistic offshoot.)

William-
Post-Grunge and Thrash Metal (and related subgenres)

FuLin-
Chinese Pop/Pop Rock.

Ccl
Chinese Pop

yah well.
this is some.
i could go on all day "reading" every1, but i wont really bother.

oh yah
(this is getting to become a long post, so skim over. in fact, it doesn't really matter, because i'm sure every1 skims through everything anyway.)

i forgot.
just now i said who.
who?
i'm making the t shirts with my granddaughter-who-is-older-than-me.
she's like a female version of me.
no that isn't a good thing.
equally unstable.
equally sadistic.
equally lackadaisical.
and yeah, she listens to old music too.
she listens to music older than mine.
its kinda freaky, actually.

oh yah.
she kinda looks like a monkey.
she kinda looks like a skinny skeletal chimp.
and i hope she never hears that LOL.

Suicide solution, by ozzy osbourne.

Wine is fine but whiskey's quicker
Suicide is slow with liquor
Take a bottle, drown your sorrows
Then it floods away tomorrows
away tomorrows