/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>11121265
http://www.grasscity.com/us_en/black-leaf-liquid-freezer-glass-pipe-vaporizer-25cm.html#.UcnBwPlth0o

Look at this classy lady.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MWEsXSZhir8

Mokotan

Ohh mad one
We see your trap
You can never escape, your fate
Submit with honor to a duel, with my son

I agree

I see you using an old style, I wondered where you had learned it from
You know very well, it's yours too
(Yo God, it's a duel, it's a duel) Heh, by the Gods, will you show me?
(buck buck buck buck buck buck) And where do you come for?
(Duel of the Iron Mic) You come here, since you're so interested
(Duel of the Iron Mic) Fight me
(In the moonlight niggaz I will strike)
(What, what? Bring it!)

[Verse One: The Genius]

Yo
Picture bloodbaths and elevator shafts
Like these murderous rhymes tight from genuine craft
Check the print, it's where veterans spark the letterings
Slow moving MC's is waitin for the editin
The liquid soluble that made up the chemistry
A gaseous element, that burned down your ministry
Herbal vapors, and biblical papers
Smokin Exodus, every square yard is plush
Fuck the screw-faced photo sessions facial expression
leaves impressions, try to keep a shark nigga guessin
Give crazy shouts Son here's the outcome
Cut across the semi-gloss rhymes you floss
Shit is outdated, just like neckloads of Sterlings
Suede-fronts, bell-bottoms, and tri-colored Shearlings
I ain't particular, I bang like vehicular homicides
on July 4th in Bed-Stuy
Where money don't grown on trees and there's thievin MC's
Who cut-throat to rake leaves
They can't breathe, blood splash, rushin fast
like runnin rivers, I be that whiskey in your liver

Maybe Mokou would be more popular if she stopped setting everything on fire.

You have a chance to move to Gensokyo. You can get everything you've dreamed of --

-- except that it turns out there's no sex in Gensokyo. You will never fap again.

Do you go.

Both, but the landscapes are cool.

>>4974684

OK, we can share then.

Periodically, I think back to those years I spent as an angry loner.

First I blamed myself. I was at fault for this terrible curse that had befallen me. Then I blamed others. It was really Kaguya's fault, or my father's. I couldn't get beyond my mistakes, dwelling on them year after year, decade after decade.

I spent many, many years roaming the world, learning new languages and cultures. But I could never stay in one place too long because I couldn't bear to face who I was.

Then, one day, everything changed.

It was probably around the early 11th century or so; I'm not sure, since I had been ignoring the date for at least a century or two by that point. After about 200 years of travel I had passed through China, down the Silk Road, through Arabia, throughout Europe, and finally returned home to my native Japan for the first time since my self-imposed exile.

That day Mount Fuji had begun erupting and sprayed lava flows and ash clouds all over the region. I decided to take this as a chance to investigate myself, as this was a rare chance to see a volcano "in action". But while I was hiking in the vicinity of the great mountain, I heard a scream.

A peasant girl was trapped by a lava flow. She had climbed a tree to stay away from the heat, but the lava was closing in fast. I had no idea how she had gotten herself in such a ridiculous predicament, but she had little time left. The heat was tremendous, if I had to jump across the lava floes I would surely suffer burns that would be fatal to any normal human merely from the convection. I could probably keep the girl safe by holding her as far away from the ground as possible, but resisting the heat would be a difficult task. The pain would surely be unbearable, even if I couldn't be killed.