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  • virtualcadet

    hey thanks, you too! I gotta check out some of the artists in your library ~<3~

    16 Mar 20h23 Responder
  • konakonakona

    ごめんなさい :3

    11 Mar 17h42 Responder
  • konakonakona

    Listen to some Goreshit yo!

    11 Mar 14h11 Responder
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    10 Mar 5h56 Responder
  • caramelmilk

    bend, twist, pull, push... you described my job to a T... it may be cute, but the amount of physical labor leaves me in pain ;_; i'm assuming you get to sit down a lot at your job? i wish i had a job like that!

    7 Mar 4h45 Responder
  • caramelmilk

    By the way, I love your new icon! What is the artist name?

    7 Mar 4h29 Responder
  • caramelmilk

    No, I just sell the gifts! Our team has recently been focusing on aggressively selling a certain otter plushie. The Yuru Yuri ova has very relaxing, I'm glad I watched it! I hope there will be a third season!

    7 Mar 4h28 Responder
  • caramelmilk

    I have also been working hard! I work at a gift store so there is lots of physical work, bending, twisting, pulling, pushing, etc... but I'm getting stronger! I'm very jealous, a kigurumi sounds very cozy but I think I'd get too hot and sweaty in one... And wow, I didn't even know there was a yuru yuri ova thnks for telling me!

    6 Mar 5h57 Responder
  • caramelmilk

    Hey Shru, how are you, what's up, what's new!

    6 Mar 5h13 Responder
  • miyauchi_renge

    i support the first quote in your bio

    4 Mar 19h43 Responder
  • Thurible

    I had never read that Huxley quote before. I had to come back and say it really stuck in my mind. Is this our fate?

    1 Mar 6h46 Responder
  • miracle-2010

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    1 Mar 5h56 Responder
  • caramelmilk

    that sounds lovely, even if i have no idea who that is! see you!

    27 Fev 7h00 Responder
  • caramelmilk

    95% of those people are brazilian teenage boys who have 100000 cheated plays for lady gaga, ke$ha or britney spears, i really dont understand.

    27 Fev 6h54 Responder
  • caramelmilk

    what i really hate are people who blatantly fake play counts (200+ tracks per day). they are a dishonor to last fm and should be banned!

    27 Fev 6h41 Responder
  • caramelmilk

    ....stop describing my lifestyle to a T! no but im not so far gone that i refuse to listen to things i cant scrobble. i also know that there are times where i just cant do it!

    27 Fev 6h41 Responder
  • caramelmilk

    im glad you listened to her, i wish there was more of her! why have you not been scrobbling? computer problems? ill die if i cant scrobble every day. i have scrobbled a song every single day since 2009.

    27 Fev 6h23 Responder
  • caramelmilk

    also my kamioshi isnt even in 48g

    27 Fev 6h01 Responder
  • caramelmilk

    And I noticed your charts lack queen 白石なごむ

    27 Fev 5h56 Responder
  • caramelmilk

    i want to eat and keep my apartment!! also, ive heard of twinkle, havent gotten around to downloading it though!

    27 Fev 5h55 Responder
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Sobre mim

By all of the moe points which I have now amassed,
Through composition of this dairy, which speaks
In marui script of entry to the Pettanko Path,
May minna-nyan thread the way to Kawaii Perfection.

May those poor beings destitute of burning moe,
Find their excellence, and sparkle in radiant kira kira,
May all of the venerable obaasans of the world,
Attain the scorching vigor of unspoiled neoteny.

May those who lose their way, and wander
Into the wilds of ero, maintain their purity,
Be safe from the threat of deviants and chikan,
And remain untouched by the tainted grip of lewdness.

May I be a nii-chan to those who are brotherless,
Ichigo jam toast for those who journey on the road.
As long as you linger in samsara, may you taste
Unsurpassed waku waku in enduring continuit.

Oh, shoot. I've had enough of all of this.

- Miyauchi Renge. Cultural Festival.

The twentieth century is, among other things, the Age of Noise. Physical noise, mental noise and noise of desire — we hold history's record for all of them. And no wonder; for all the resources of our almost miraculous technology have been thrown into the current assault against silence.
That most popular and influential of all recent inventions, the radio is nothing but a conduit through which pre-fabricated din can flow into our homes. And this din goes far deeper, of course, than the eardrums. It penetrates the mind, filling it with a babel of distractions — news items, mutually irrelevant bits of information, blasts of corybantic or sentimental music, continually repeated doses of drama that bring no catharsis, but merely create a craving for daily or even hourly emotional enemas. And where, as in most countries, the broadcasting stations support themselves by selling time to advertisers, the noise is carried from the ear, through the realms of phantasy, knowledge and feeling to the ego's core of wish and desire.
Spoken or printed, broadcast over the ether or on wood-pulp, all advertising copy has but one purpose — to prevent the will from ever achieving silence. Desirelessness is the condition of deliverance and illumination. The condition of an expanding and technologically progressive system of mass production is universal craving. Advertising is the organized effort to extend and intensify cravings — to extend and intensify, that is to say, the workings of that force, which (as all the saints and teachers of all the higher religions have always taught) is the principal cause of suffering and wrong-doing and the greatest obstacle between the human soul and its Divine Ground.

-Aldous Huxley. The Perennial Philosophy.

I truly cannot say what person who still has hope for man should think of the imminence of quasi-apocalyptic destruction. It would certainly force many to face the existential problem in all its nakedness, and subject them to extreme trials; but is this a worse evil than that of mankind's safe, secure, satisfied, and total consignment to the kind of happiness that befits Nietzsche's "last man": a comfortable consumer civilization of socialized human animals, aided by all the discoveries of science and industry and reproducing demographically in a squirming, catastrophic crescendo?

-Julius Evola. Ride The Tiger.

Materialism would not be complete without the need of now and again easing the intellectual tension, by giving way to moods of myth, by performing rites of some sort, or by enjoying with an inward light-heartedness the charms of the irrational, the unnatural, the repulsive, and even, if need be, the merely silly. This tendency, which is visible enough, even to us, in the times of Mengtse (372-289) and in those of the first Buddhist brotherhoods, is present also (and with the same significance) in Hellenism, of which indeed it is a leading characteristic. About 312 poetical scholars of the Callimachus type in Alexandria invented the Scrapis-cult and provided it with an elaborate legend. The Isis-cult in Republican Rome was something very different both from the emperor-worship that succeeded it and from the deeply earnest Isis-religion of Egypt; it was a religious pastime of high society, which at times provoked public ridicule and at times led to public scandal and the closing of the cult-centres. The Chaldean astrology was in those days a fashion, very far removed from the genuine Classical belief in oracles and from the Magian faith in the might of the hour. It was "relaxation," a "let's pretend." And, over and above this, there were the numberless charlatans and fake prophets who toured the towns and sought with their pretentious rites to persuade the half-educated into a renewed interest in religion. Correspondingly, we have in the European-American world of to-day the occultist and theosophist fraud, the American Christian Science, the untrue Buddhism of drawing-rooms, the religious arts-and-crafts business (brisker in Germany than even in England) that caters for groups and cults of Gothic or Late Classical or Taoist sentiment. Everywhere it is just a toying with myths that no one really believes, a tasting of cults that it is hoped might fill the inner void. The real belief is always the belief in atoms and numbers, but it requires this highbrow hocus-pocus to make it bearable in the long run. Materialism is shallow and honest, mock-religion shallow and dishonest. But the fact that the latter is possible at all foreshadows a new and genuine spirit of seeking that declares itself, first quietly, but soon emphatically and openly, in the civilized waking-consciousness.

-Oswald Spengler. Decline Of The West.

Le bruit du galop s'accroissait de plus en plus; et, comme le cavalier, étreignant la ligne d'horizon, paraissait en vue, dans le champ d'optique qu'embrassait le portail du cimetière, rapide comme un cyclone giratoire, le prêtre des religions plus gravement reprit: «Vous ne semblez pas vous douter que celui-ci, que la maladie força de ne connaître que les premières phases de la vie, et que la fosse vient de recevoir dans son sein, est l'indubitable vivant; mais, sachez, au moins, que celui-là, dont vous apercevez la silhouette équivoque emportée par un cheval nerveux, et sur lequel je vous conseille de fixer le plus tôt possible les yeux, car il n'est plus qu'un point, et va bientôt disparaître dans la bruyère, quoiqu'il ait beaucoup vécu, est le seul véritable mort.»

-Comte de Lautréamont. Les Chants de Maldoror.

(*・ε・*) ひめめが好きだ好きだ好きだ好きだ好きだ好きだ好きだ好きだ好きだ好き (p`・ω・´q) めろめろめろめろめろめろめろめろめろめろめろめろめろめろめろーん! (。>ω<。)

-Sakuragawa Himeko. Twitter.