Liberty, Lunacy, Love

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Sho-u Tajima’s [BABY★STARDUST]

Sho-u Tajima and Stardust

“I’m playing chess with stars
Lights collide
I’m sending you my vibes
Through the sky
Guide me to northern lights
Ride on Cassiopeia
Welcome to my playground
Play with me”

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okama’s [OKAMAX]

Just another bit of useless beauty

“Say a word that’s quiet, not half the way there
Somedays our future, it seems to hang on so tight
Come quickly now, the air hangs heavily today
Oh no, what is that crimson in the shade?”

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Turuya’s [Doodle, doodle!]

Almost wish I had some trauma so Soji could therapy my ass

Darkness Endless Despair Fear no more
Coldness Blackened No sound Feel no pain
Captured Helpless Ultimate Dreadful fate
Powerless Lifeless No breath Falling down”

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Hiroaki Samura’s [Brute Love]

One Thousand Nights of Love

“And now, friend-reader, you must prepare your heart and your mind for the most impure tale that has ever been told since our world began, a book the likes of which are met with neither amongst the ancients nor amongst us moderns. Fancy, now, that all pleasure-taking either sanctioned by good manners or enjoyned by that fool you speak of incessantly, of whom you know nothing and whom you call Nature; fancy, I say, that all these modes of taking pleasure will be expressly excluded from this anthology, of that whenever peradventure you do indeed encounter them here, they will always be accompanied by some crime or colored by some infamy.”

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Happoubi Jin’s [Sweet Body]

Sweet Happoubi's Baadasssss Song

“Donny was a good bowler, and a good man. He was one of us. He was a man who loved the outdoors…and bowling, and as a surfer, he explored the beaches of Southern California, from La Jolla to Leo Carrillo and…up to…Pismo. He died, like so many young men of his generation, he died before his time. In your wisdom, Lord, you took him, as you took so many bright, flowering young men at Khe Sanh, at Langdok, at Hill 364. These young men gave their lives. And so would Donny. Donny, who loved bowling. And so, Theodore Donald Karabotsos, in accordance with what we think your dying wishes might well have been, we commit your final mortal remains to the bosom of the Pacific Ocean, which you loved so well. Good night, sweet prince.”

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Happoubi Jin – Sweet Body Ch. 03 (Version 2)

Lee Chong's Heavenly Flower Grocery

Hazel, ya sweet little bastard! We’ll get ya off, don’t you worry! You done noble stuff. Wasn’t nobody with the guts, but you. You just sit there and take it easy. You got the ball to the one-yard-line. Ol’ Mack’s gonna carry it in, for ya!”

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Happoubi Jin ~ Sweet Body Ch. 01…Part One

I DRINK IT UP

“Don’t feel bad for the crows, Homer. They weren’t trying to blind you; they were just trying to drink your sweet, sweet eye juices.”

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Korean Illustration ~ Ch. 06

I'd tap that

“Oh villains, Chiron and Demetrius. Here stands the spring whom you have stained with mud, this goodly summer with your winter mixed. You killed her husband, and for that vile fault two of her brothers were condemned to death, my hand cut off and made a merry jest, both her sweet hands, her tongue, and that more dear than hands or tongue, her spotless chastity, inhuman traitors, you constrained and forced. What would you say if I should let you speak? Villains, for shame, you could not beg for grace. Hark, wretches, how I mean to martyr you. This one hand yet is left to cut your throats whilst that Lavinia, ‘tween her stumps doth hold the basin that receives your guilty blood. You know, your mother means to feast with me and calls herself Revenge and thinks me mad. Hark, villains. I shall grind your bones to dust, and with your blood and it I shall make a paste, and of the paste a coffin I will rear and make two pastries of your shameful heads. And bid that strumpet, your unhallowed dam, like to the earth, swallow her own increase! This is the feast I have bid her to, and this the banquet she shall surfeit on…

And now prepare your throats.”

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Korean Illustration – Ch. 05

Collarbones are sexy

“At the moment when Cosette emerged, bucket in hand, melancholy and overcome as she was, she could not refrain from lifting her eyes to that wonderful doll, towards the lady, as she called it. The poor child paused in amazement. She had not yet beheld that doll close to. The whole shop seemed a palace to her: the doll was not a doll; it was a vision. It was joy, splendor, riches, happiness, which appeared in a sort of chimerical halo to that unhappy little being so profoundly engulfed in gloomy and chilly misery. With the sad and innocent sagacity of childhood, Cosette measured the abyss which separated her from that doll. She said to herself that one must be a queen, or at least a princess, to have a ‘thing’ like that. She gazed at that beautiful pink dress, that beautiful smooth hair, and she thought, ‘How happy that doll must be!’ She could not take her eyes from that fantastic stall. The more she looked, the more dazzled she grew. She thought she was gazing at paradise. There were other dolls behind the large one, which seemed to her to be fairies and genii. The merchant, who was pacing back and forth in front of his shop, produced on her somewhat the effect of being the Eternal Father.

In this adoration she forgot everything, even the errand with which she was charged.

All at once the Thenardier’s coarse voice recalled her to reality: ‘What, you silly jade! you have not gone? Wait! I’ll give it to you! I want to know what you are doing there! Get along, you little monster!’

The Thenardier had cast a glance into the street, and had caught sight of Cosette in her ecstasy.

Cosette fled, dragging her pail, and taking the longest strides of which she was capable.”

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Happoubi Jin – Sweet Body Ch. 01…Part Two

Don't leave nothin' for the dinks.

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Patrick Bateman: Do you know what Ed Gein said about women?

David Van Patten: The maitre ‘d at Canal Bar?

Patrick Bateman: No, serial killer, Wisconsin, the ’50s.

Craig McDermott: So what did he say?

Patrick Bateman: “When I see a pretty girl walking down the street, I think two things. One part wants me to take her out, talk to her, be real nice and sweet and treat her right.”

David Van Patten: And what did the other part think?

Patrick Bateman: “What her head would look like on a stick…” [PATRICK LAUGHS]

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