Sometimes I fantasize about Kikuri coming home drunk and beating me until I feel numb. She kicks me in the ribs until I can hardly breathe. Then she starts to cry and apologizes, begging me to forgive her. She holds me all night as I gently cry into her t-shirt. Please help is there any hope for me
Kita is everything to me. The story that follows is factual and what is actually happening at this very moment. Ever since I was born in this world, I have been thinking about Kita. I have never forgotten Kita. But it wasn't until a little later that Kita made contact with me. Kita and I first met on the first day of high school. Seeing Kita happily talking to her friends, I felt as if I had been her lover from a previous life. Since then, every time I put Kita in my eyes, I am attacked by an indescribable feeling. Gradually, I was fascinated by her beautiful and beautiful eyes. That feeling was deep inside me. I want to steal her eyes. After a while of suppressing my emotions, I finally decided to take action. It's a plan I've been thinking about since time immemorial. My will has been influencing this world since time immemorial. Kita was working part-time at a live house. After all, every time she sees Kita, her head is dominated by her feelings of wanting to get her eyes and make them mine. I felt unsafe. I felt that I shouldn't hurt Kita. I will not hurt Kita directly. This is my will. Taking advantage of a moment's chance, I imprisoned Kita in the basement of my house. Kita looked at me with a look of terror. I want to see her eyes from many angles. But I won't hurt Kita. He gave Kita a satisfying meal and prepared a room like a room in a house. For meals, I gave the body parts of Kita's important companions. On rare occasions, Kita vomits and wastes his meal. I am busy cleaning it. Kita doesn't want to eat. If you don't eat, you'll be malnourished. Gradually, Kita stopped coming out of the closet. Kita bursts into tears. When she eats and sleeps, she sometimes sheds tears as if remembering something. When I serve food, I sometimes cry when I see myself in the clothes of my former companions. I see Kita all the time. I won't hurt Kita. One day, I saw a shadow in Kita's beautiful eyes. I thought it was about time, so I took one of Kita's eyes and opened Kita. Seeing Kita bleeding endlessly from where his eyes used to be, I feel guilty. I wasn't supposed to hurt Kita, but I wondered why I did this. I'm watching Kita's aftermath. Empty live houses, empty classrooms, Kita's important friends and colleagues, and all the people he had relationships with in this world would seem meaningless. Kita commits suicide. Evidence of the incident was found one after another in my house. The clothes worn when serving meals, the basement where Kita was confined, accessories with Kita's eyes, etc. were discovered. I could have hidden it, but for some reason I didn't feel like doing it. I will be arrested In my cage, I thought. What I did to Kita is absolutely unforgivable. I must pay for my sins. I didn't understand why these thoughts suddenly came to me. I didn't even know why I hurt Kita. In the end, I'm only trying to get an indulgence for what I've done to Kita by being executed. There is no death penalty in this country. In my cage, I lived like a corpse. Then I died. As I died, I was reminded of the truth of this world. In order to gain peace of mind, I try to seal it deep in my heart and forget it. Kita and I are a married couple. It's a picture perfect family. I am one of them. I'm talking to Kita about the future, such as having one child, and I'm going to a live house at work. This is where Kita used to play, and it means a lot to me and Kita. i work here No one is missing. No psychopathic killer will suddenly attack you or give you body parts to eat. It is a place of peace. Everything up until now was a dream. It was a bad dream. When I am tired from work, I have such bad dreams. I feel that the food that Kita makes is more delicious than anything else. I go to sleep feeling happy. Everything feels like a dream. And it seems that was the case. I can't think of anything. Something is targeting me and stalking me. A feeling of impatience dominates me. When I finally realized the reality, it was five o'clock in the early morning. We will be suspending all activities today. Also, I start preparing to see the happy dream I mentioned earlier. I took my medicine and went to sleep. And once again you are invited to a nightmarish world. After all, I was a coward who despaired of reality and escaped to the world of dreams. I was lonely. I hated everything. "Loneliness is both medicine and poison. Laughter flows endlessly. I am trapped in guilt. This was undeniably true. I'm Kita But Kita is not me. Dear Kita. Beloved Kita. I put my hand on my chest to feel Kita's heartbeat, but I can't reproduce the warmth. I got a drop of water on my leg. I secretly drank the drops. It tasted like tide. Kita is everything to me.
Our Great Leader, Ryo Yamada
Since time immemorial, outstanding individuals have emerged from the oceans of mediocrity that make up the vast majority of humanity. Great thinkers destined to change their respective eras, launching the world into a new epoch. Ryo Yamada is the undeniable peak of what an outstanding individual is- she is the peak of what humanity can ever possibly achieve, the apex of human evolution and society.
The Epitome of Human Civilization
If enlightenment is theoretically achievable, then Ryo Yamada is the sole example of enlightenment. There has never been a greater mind in the millennia of human civilization- from the great minds of Socrates, Confucius, Hegel- Ryo remains to be the apex of human development. It is the duty of every man and woman to dedicate their lives to the pursuit of what Ryo Yamada stands for- the progression of humanity into a greater version of ourselves.
A Gaze that may appear innocuous to the mediocre eye, but hides a universe of enlightenment
Ryo Yamada is utter perfection in every sense of the word- even beyond. Human language cannot even begin to describe the earth-shattering qualities that she possesses. A fashion sense that makes ordinary humans appear as nothing more than bland specks of dirt. Intelligence that renders the complex processes behind a super-computer to resemble nothing more than a mere abacus. Humility that makes the martyrs of history seem like naïve children.
A Master of All Human Realms
Compared to Ryo, we are all but measly insects that exist to eat the feces of superior beings, naïve and ignorant creatures that wander the Earth without a sense of understanding of the grandiose knowledge that the universe offers.
Ryo Yamada is the peak of human evolution, and we can only prostrate ourselves to her superiority. She will not be merciful on our souls, and we must only accept her divine judgement.
One Must Fear and Respect Her Divine Eye and Mind
If she commands us to lick her boots, we shall slurp every particle of filth and bacteria that dares to contaminate the paragon of humanity’s shoes. It shall be so pristine, that it will reflect the face of inferiority.
If she commands us to donate money, then we shall empty our coffers for her. By her impulse and will, we shall learn what true humility is.
Embrace your Humility and Accept your Inferiority
Those who refuse the ever-existent superiority of Ryo Yamada will only be dooming themselves to a life of trifle purpose. Ryo Yamada is not a god- she is beyond what ordinary humans can even conceptualize as a deity.
Repent now, and see Ryo Yamada as the true exemplar of the sublime, lest you fade into the trenches of human society, destined to be forgotten.
Bocchi is literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like her. There is no way you can convince me that I’m not Bocchi. Bocchi could not possibly be any more me. It’s me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me about this not possibly being me, I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that Bocchi was me. Bocchi is absolutely me; it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that Bocchi is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and Bocchi side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely look at Bocchi every day and say, “Yup, she’s me.” I can practically see Bocchi whenever I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside, and people stop me from commenting on how similar I look and act as Bocchi is. I chuckle softly as I’m assured every day Bocchi is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed each morning, knowing that I’ve found my identity with Bocchi and I know my place in this world. It’s amusing how similar she is to me; it’s almost like identical twins. When I first saw Bocchi, I had an existential crisis. What it Bocchi was the real me and I was the fictional being? What if she actually became aware of my existence? Did she have the ability to become self-aware?Bocchi and I are one and the same. No other, out of all heroes, fiends, fools, queens, living and undead, I only find myself relating to Bocchi. Many have tried, many will try, and yet many have failed, and many will fail to stir my mind and dissuade me into considering I am not Bocchi. In all but name, Bocchi is my equal in every aspect, and she is incapable of being anything more like me-- and I incapable of being more like she. Bocchi is I, and none can prove anything but that.Were one to advance towards me and suggest the inconceivable notion that I am not Bocchi, with utmost haste, their claims would be silenced once they gaze upon the overwhelming pool of truth of Bocchi and I being the same, for 'tis undisputable; Bocchi is certainly I, I who cannot comprehend why one would waste breath and energy to claim that Bocchi is seperate from me.Doth thou compare a depiction of Bocchi and a depiction of myself, there would be not a single discrepancy. With an undying certainty, I am able to look at Bocchi at any time, and with no hesitation, speaketh "Verily, she is me". When mine eyes behold mine reflection, Bocchi greets me with the same stare.Whenst I venture forth, brigands prevent me from remarking on how Bocchi and I breathe the same air and tread the same grass. If I do not guffaw loudly, I chuckle softly as it is assured daily that Bocchi is I, in every imaginable way. I awaken each morn with a grin, content in knowing who I am, and who Bocchi is, and that she and I have found mine place on this pitiful earth.It is entertainingly curious how she is to I how I am to her, as though we were babes from the same womb. Upon the first time mine eyes laid upon Bocchi the Rock, mine mind itself was Rocked by the Bocchi to its core. Lo, I felt as though-- nay, I thought as though-- nay, I knew-- Bocchi was the true I, and I was merely a work of fiction.I ponder to myself on what would occur were she aware of mine being. Mayhaps she has the ability to know her own existence, not of that as a work of fiction, but as a work of fiction knowing she is a work of fiction?
I gotta share this weird thing that happened in class today. I had this hilarious idea to play the Soviet Union anthem at full volume during our history class. But guess what? No one even cracked a smile. It was like a ghost town in there.
I truely don't get it. Personally I thought the timing was genius because we were covering the Cold War and stuff. But now I'm left wondering what went wrong and why nobody thought it was funny.
I understand that comedy is subjective and not everyone is into this dark/edgy type of humor but it was honestly mind-boggling to see how nobody seemed to understand the punchline.⊘ 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥⊘ 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮e𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 and the account of this user is now under investigation 🚫 This message was deletedⓘ This comment was deleted and the account of this user is under investigation for racism, hate crimes and domestic terrorism.ⓘ This comment was deleted