/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Oh shit, he's right..

lol what the HELL ever, ima spend what little money i do have on micro-transactions instead of women(s). =/

what an epiphany...

There are attractive aliens out there that would rather have sex with space squids. How does that make you feel?

No arguments. Fuck.

The feeling is mutual, I'd also rather have sex with that men than some 3DPD slut.

>>7806075
Makes me wish I could have sex with a space squid aswell

>>7806075
>There are attractive aliens out there that would rather have sex with space squids.
Definitely!

>>7806084

all those naughty tentacles

The Otter-men can have the Pig-women for all I care.

>>7806084
Go to Europa and make love to a space squid and marry your interplanetary shrimp waifu.

Why is /jp/ being so squidy right now?

I hate to post this but anything would improve this thread. Maybe it'll turn into a food thread like that other one.

>>7806108
Now that you mention it. Squids came up in that thread too.

>>7806108
CAPTCHA image lossage.

>>7806112
And shrimp.

Hijos de puta!!

Who am I to judge some women with their strange fetishes?

>>7806108
Some day I want to try squid tempura.

I am quite attractive. But I have decided to throw away any and all sexual desires in order to reach a higher state of being.

I lost my penis in a pencil-sharpener incident.

Am I suppose to post my picture ITT?

<3
-nobody

NORMALS GONNA NORM

Post this in /soc/.

>>7806190

>If you are under the age of 18, or it is illegal for you to view the materials contained on this website, discontinue browsing immediately.

There's a great big mystery, and it sure is worrying me
This Tanasinn
Mister Tanasinn
I wish somebody would tell me what Tanasinn means

The little girl about four feet four, come to papa and give me some more,
of your Tanasinn, your Tanasinn
I wish somebody would tell me what Tanasinn means

I went around and walked around, somebody yelled, said, "Look who's in town"
Mister Tanasinn
Mister Tanasinn
I wish somebody would tell me what Tanasinn means

Went to church, put my hand on the seat, lady sat on it said, "Daddy, you sure is sweet"
Mister Tanasinn
Mister Tanasinn
I wish somebody would tell me what Tanasinn means

I said, "Sister, I'll soon be gone, just gimme that thing you sitting on"
Mister Tanasinn
Mister Tanasinn
I wish somebody would tell me what Tanasinn means

Then I got put out of church, 'cause I talk about Tanasinn too much
Mister Tanasinn
Mister Tanasinn
I wish somebody would tell me what Tanasinn means

>>7806231
Why are you replying to me with that? You think your penis just regrows after being sliced off once you turn 18?

>>7806190
Did you lost your balls as well? Because with them you technically still have sexual desire, just unable to fap.

>>7806273
Surgically removed because they looked silly. I think it's more a mental thing in any case. Disregarding sexual desires has already allowed me to visit the 4th dimension twice now.

Imagine you are having terrible nightmare.

It's terrible, but it's terrible only to you and no other. It's a horror custom made for you by your own mind.

The content is not important, but the fear is.

When you wake, you wake in a room on a bed. It is your bed, but it is not your bed.

It is your room, but it is not your room.

With effort, you realize you have not awoken at all, but are still asleep and have dreamed of an awakening.

The question remains if you are to wake and be greeted with reality, should you get out of bed or go back to sleep.

You decide to do both, and you fall backward through the bed as the sheets envelop your body.

It's dark, but it's not dark.

You're awake, but you're not awake.

You are dead and being cremated.

As flames disintegrate your flesh, a scream echos through your mind but not does not escape your lips which, even if you could speak, have been glued shut.

You black out once more, and awaken at dawn. As the mingled ashes of bone and oak are scattered on a beach by the one you've left behind, you finally understand:

You are not the ashes of the man, you are the ashes of coffin.

You were not a man dreaming of life, but a tree dreaming you were a man.

This awakening, this epiphany... this is tanasinn.

Picture in your mind a massive yellow phone book.

In this phone book is a name, number and address for every human being alive, that has ever lived, and ever will live, along with an equivalent number of pages in the business directory.

This phone book is on an old wooden table in a concrete room with no doors or windows.

You are trapped in the room and have a compulsion to read the phone book. You have now read through it cover-to-cover five-thousand, seven-hundred, thirty-one times. Your hands are pale from the lack of sunlight. Your hands are covered in scars from paper cuts. Your hands resemble the surface of Europa. You reach for the phone book one more time and flip through the pages like a picture book. As you flip through the pages at high-speed, the names and numbers form an image of yourself, staring back at you with a corrupted smile. The skin on your hands is now in shreds, the razor edges of the phone book having revealed bare bone, to which you are oblivious as you watch images dance on thin, colored-coded pages.

You have now flipped through the book eleven-thousand, eight-hundred, sixty-eight times.

This is what tanasinn is like

Imagine you are reading a book. It is one of those heavy ones that talk about something deep, like social structure or philosophy or theoretic physics. It could even be a really boring novel. The thing is, it has really small letters, in fact they are so small that after some hours of boring reading, the endless series of lines of text start blurring your vision, causing you to skip lines. You try to get your mind together and try to read the next line, but you miss again, reading the same line again and again for two or three times. Getting annoyed by this, you try to look at something else for a moment and resume reading only to take it up at small letters, in fact they are so small that after some hours of boring reading, the endless series of lines of text start blurring your vision, causing you to skip lines. You try to get your mind together and try to read the next line, but you miss again, reading the same line again and again for two or three times. Getting annoyed by this, you try to look at something else for a moment and resume reading only to take it up at small letters, in fact they are so small that after some hours of boring reading, the endless series of lines of text start blurring your vision, causing you to skip lines. You try to get your mind together and try to read the next line, but you miss again, reading the same line again and again for two or three times.

This is tanasinn

People still think this tanasinn afair is funny? I thought you were better than this, /jp/, or is this just one sad old spammer?

>>7806293
>why don't you let us have our normalfag threads, you meanie?

In my home country, this is little girl of /jp/, /v/ denizen
1.sending lewd
2.lyingto people
3.sageru as insult
4.dont contributing
5.troll doll and kigurumi discussion
6.very smell body, no bath long time, sometime 10 days?

/v/=monkey same

>>7806293
It wasn't supposed to be funny.

>>7806293
tanasinn is very important to me. I am a big advocate of the feeling and feeling. I have studied tanasinn for about 6-7 years and am a proud member of the tanasinn-nnisanat Society of tanasinnvania. During my college program semester at tanasinn World, I passed the tanasinn Company's language assessment test, and received a language pin under my tanasinn to indicate that I was responsible and could assist tanasinn guests should they have any inquiries. I study hard every day in order to gain some insight on the lananguage and culture. I have dreams to become either a tanasinn language interpreter for business conferences (the person with headphones and microphone that sits in the little glass booth and simultaneously translates what the person is saying), 今∴山●∵ﾐひど(･)tanasinnっ●∵す
(･)∵∴∵∵されく●ぁwせｄじこｌｐ；：「たり∵(･)∴●∵わ∵くぁ●wた



り
け(･)∵どtanasinn(･)∵∴∵●わヽ!∵∴∵ﾐ●ﾘﾉ!/ﾘま(･)ん、
∴人<・>女､●ぃの∵(･)∴∵(･)で●す、∵∴(･)∵∵/ﾘ●らがtanasin
nｆｔｇｙふじで●｡
でも●そ∵∴な(･)人メ●　∵∴tanasinnが定(･(･))しす
∵の名∵(･)これ●か | '`-イ∴(･)のイ●け<・>て●くメ∵(･)∵くぁ(･)wせ●ｄｒｆｔｇｙふじ



●こｌｐ；：「
でイ∵(･)●が変(･)どtanasinn∵(･)∴なこ　∵∴(･)
●の∴∵底<・>ｄi●i;|;_ﾞιｆ的∵●ぬ(･)tanasinn∵
こ∵まtanasinnばく(･)ぁw；：「い●∵∴(･)∵∵たてtanasinnし●(･)/ﾘらす
∵●∵(･)∴助●け●∵て∵(･)∵●し●∵
世∵のtanasinnの∵(･)∴れtanasinn<・>ら●を(･)tanasinnし∵∴●い∴(･)

Fairy Panties

If your panties could talk, what would they say? Let's find out, shall we!

Put on your prettiest pair of panties and get ready for a whimsical hypnosis fantasy! Become hypnotized to feel tiny (and horny) fairies who have magically taken residence inside your smooth panties. That's right, little flying fairies sprinking magic and glitter inside your panties and having fun. They love to play games, laugh for no reason, and encourage you to wear panties every day! Fairies are so good at teasing and denying. They'll arouse you and bring you to the brink of orgasm and deny you again, giggling and being cute.

When you masturbate, you'll feel the little fairy bodies in your panties (except of course, when they're playing hide and seek with you). Be sure not to crush them :-)

This unisex mp3 leans more towards pantyboys, however a couple girls have said they really liked this!

Fetishes include:
Erotic hypnosis, stiff arm induction, wearing panties, magic, fairies, magical fairy dust, fairytale fantasy, playfulness, arousal, tease and denial, games, girls giggling, subtle humiliation, silk, and post-hypnotic suggestions that will bring unexpected pleasure while you're in public.

Click the play button below to hear a sample.

imagine the endless darkness,the void that cannot be filled... it engulfies you.
it's cold∵∴ your consciousness is dizzying, nothingness fills your mind.

you dream of water.
water.∵∴∵∴∵∵∴∵∴∵
drinking water is essential to humans∵∴ and other lifeforms...(?)∵∴
water drop∵drop∴drop∵drop∴drop∵drop∴drop∵∴∵∵
∵∴∵∴y∵ou wak∵∴e up?∵
The world.
The world where the sun never rises.
A planet with no oxygen.
The earth with no oceans or trees.

joy, sadness, despair, happiness
matter nothing...
i wake up.
nothingness
there is nothing
I play the piano.∵∵∵am∴∵∴I∵?∵∵∵∴∵∴∵
no--
i'm not the one playing the piano -- someone playes it.
i do not control body... is this my body?∵∴∵∵
∵∵∴∵∵i play a melody∵∵∴∵∵∵∵∴∵∵
surrounded by people(?)∴∵∵∴∵
∵∵∴∵∵∴∵∴∵∵
i play the melody∵∵∴∵∵∵∵∴∵∵
∴∵∵∵∵∴∵∵∴∵∵∴∵∵∴∵∵∴∵∴∵∵∴∵∵∴∵∵∴∵∵∴∵∴


∵∵∴∵∵∴∵∵∴∵∵∴
people(?) seem to know this melody, but i do not
i am the one playing this melody. it seems nostalgic, but i don't know neither the name nor the notes.∵∵∴∵∵∴∵∵∴∵∵
i(?) just play it∵∵∴∵∵∴∵∵∴
∵∵∴∵
∵
my body starts to hurt∵∴∵i∵t∵∴∵∵h∵urts∵?∵∵∵∴∵∴∵∴w∵∴hy∵∵∴a∵∵∴re you∵hu∴rti∵∴ng∵me?

my eyes are blurry
my throat is dry
my head is dizzy
my vision is blurred
...
my conscience returns to me like lightning from heaven∵∵∴
in the instant-----
--i recognize this body
--i recognize this view
--i recognize this melody
--i recognize this people
∵∴∵∴i was tanasinn∵∴∵∴

>>7806293
Hekili_Manu: Ok. So I called my bank's fraud dept about that hotels.com letter I got since I apparently used them twice with two different cards. I forgot completely that when I signed up you can assign your own security question online.
Hekili_Manu: So when I called and spoke to the guy they use the same security question and he asked me "Ok, I just need to verify one thing. How big is your c**k?"

How to explain tanasinn? I wrote this little essay on it a while ago:

should it live?
should it die?
that is not a problem at all.

life, death, tanasinn

tanasinn=occult,cult,fascism,death,life,relision・・・,or・・・?

tanasinn operates the whole world.
tanasinn is the soul of the universe.
tanasinn is the bottom of your heart.
tanasinn transcends surrealism and realism.
tanasinn is inherent in every self.
tanasinn is inherent in every structure.
tanasinn is inherent in every system.
tanasinn is decadent and may cause self-collapse.

tanasinn vacumeir alles
tanasinn plays with all elements

The Messenger of fear
The Child of darkness and confusion
The King of infinite decomposition
The Khaos

tanasinn

tanasinn absodivides the WORLD

Words cannot explain tanasinn. More accurate:
Don't think. Feel and you'll be tanasinn.

full-length mirror Evening glow Wave of those passing
Disappear wholly. Roadside tree murmured in the heart Swing
with a child which tries to be the first Scene
It falls to why or cardiac bolting Slope two persons
fall with you and it falls
-- the setting sun -- Without it rises again a new tanasinn
-- shining -- eternal -- Eternal

happiness?

1. Clean yourself up (neat shave, neat hair, nice clothes, clean clothes, take a shower, etc.; Would you want to date a girl with ugly, unkempt hair, filthy clothes, etc.? No, you wouldn't.)

2. Get in decent shape (optional if you're not fat as fatass)

3. Realize that women are just people; approach casually and don't go out of your way to win them over; remember that she's just one fish in an ocean of fish, so its not a big deal if she doesn't like you.

If you've tried your hardest, then you can come back here and curse your luck.

I started to feel my connection to my body again, faintly, as if through a dark shrouded distant unreal dream, completely alien to me; my body started flexing back, my breathing built in intensity from very slow and very deep to hard, intense, forceful breaths, approaching hyperventilation, seemingly beyond my recognition to control rather than my ability. My body was alien. The physical realm was alien. I couldn't cope with it. I opened my eyes, I sat up sharply, I gasped. Everything seemed alien, but not because I didn't recognize things or people; it was as if I were seeing everything for what it _really_ was rather than how I perceived things as a human with human senses. Everything spoke to me on a different level. I started to panic, the physical realm was alien, my mind was alien, there was nothing of comfort, nothing I recognized as real and true as I'd always known them. I jumped up and accidently stepped on someone's foot. Empathy washed over me in waves, and I couldn't stop apologizing. The owner of the foot, took one look at me and gave me a hug, asked if I needed anything. Speech, words, ideas, I grasped for that part of my mind, struggled to communicate, fell into her eyes, her soul, saw her very inner being, felt her love and compassion wash over me.

I was tanasinn

Do not fear tanasinn. Do not avoid tanasinn. You cannot impede your achievement of tanasinn forever.

Perceptual truth.

Ultimate truth.

Tanasinn.

Imagine a giant penis flying towards your mouth, and there's nothing you can do about it.

And you're like "Oh man, I'm gonna have to suck this thing", and you brace yourself to suck this giant penis.

But then, at the last moment, it changes trajectory and hits you in the eye.

You think to yourself "Well, at least I got that out of the way", but then the giant penis rears back and stabs your eye again, and again, and again.

Eventually, this giant penis is penetrating your gray matter, and you begin to lose control of your motor skills.

That's when the giant penis slaps you across the cheek, causing you to fall out of your chair.

Unable to move and at your most vulnerable, the giant penis finally lodges itself in your anus, where it rests uncomfortably for 4, maybe 5 hours.

That's what tanasinn is like.

I am the tanasinn of my tanasinn.
dots are my body, and ∴ is my blood.
I have corrupted over a thousand ASCII.
Unaware of thinking.
Nor aware of not feeling.
Withstood pain to create many tanasinn.
Waiting for enterprise integration's arrival.
I h∴ve no r∴∴rets, t∴∴s is∴∴∴∴ pat∴.
∴y ∴h∴le li∴e ∴as "U∴∴mit∴∴ tanasinn ∴∴k∴∴∴∴
∴∴
∴∴.
∴ ∴
∴

∴

Picture yourself, in every moment of your life, passing from place to place and time to time. Picture those places and times and picture what happened to them. Has the past gone away when you left it? Is this true, can you not go back? If so, surely this can be the same way for places as it is for time. Imagine that when you leave a room, or simply turn away, a multitude of tiny organisms deconstruct the reality you can't see, and it ceases to exist. At the same time, the organisms weave together a new world wherever you go and for whatever you look at out of the material of that dead reality. This of course implies the back of your head does not exist either. So how does it seem familiar? Because when the back of your head does not exist, these organisms may restructure your brain directly in order to create the feeling of familiarity and of memory.
They do all this, without ever ceasing, out of knowledge passed down by instinct that when you cease to acknowledge reality, they as a whole will cease to exist, because reality is the knowing and they are the unknowing, both in mutual interdependence. In time they may attempt to rewire your brain or body to ensure this does not happen, but it is far more likely just one of them will realize that your brain is just a construct of your thought... and since thought is a product of your brain, that single organism, one of an infinite number of organisms will know it's true purpose is not in line with it's kind.

It's purpose is tanasinn.