November 16th, 2005

hasui: winter moon

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I think I shall get all weepy over naked Konzen, or rather over the legend in the background. 'Now love gives its birth cry, from this body heading towards its own destruction.' Cras amet qui nunquam amavit- he will love tomorrow who has never loved before, but tomorrow the armies come. (snerf)

At least we have a solution to that anomaly, ordering yakitori in Buddhist Heaven. They all sneaked down to earth to eat it. Yappari.