The Impurity Exhibition
!02X6/ifNow 2023/10/30 (Mon) 20:32
No. 29032
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不浄観 (fujōkan):
1. Meditation on the impurity of the body.
2. Meditative viewing of the decomposition of a corpse.
3. The Impurity Exhibition.
Anonymous 2023/10/31 (Tue) 05:38
No. 29034
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3. The Impurity Exhibition
Anonymous 2023/10/31 (Tue) 07:23
No. 29035
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3. The Impurity Exhibition
!02X6/ifNow 2023/10/31 (Tue) 07:30
No. 29036
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Um. Hee-hee-hee. Friends, it's not a vote. Just a bit of cheekiness before we begin.
Anonymous 2023/10/31 (Tue) 09:24
No. 29037
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3. The Impurity Exhibition
Anonymous 2023/10/31 (Tue) 09:35
No. 29038
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3. The Impurity Exhibition
Anonymous 2023/10/31 (Tue) 12:08
No. 29039
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[x] Remove Kegare
Waiting warmly.
Anonymous 2023/10/31 (Tue) 15:44
No. 29040
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>>29039
REMOVE KEGARE remove kegare you are worst youk. you are the youk idiot you are the youk smell. return to suwa. to our suwa cousins you may come our reedplain. you may live in the swamp....ahahahaha ,izumo we will never forgeve you. sukima gaphag FUck but fuck asshole youk impure izumo toyoashiharanonakatsukuni..youk purification best day of my life. take a bath of purified youk..ahahahahahIZUMO WE WILL GET YOU!! do not forget kuniyuzuri .shinano we seal takeminakata , shinano return to your precious moreya....hahahahaha idiot youk and earthling smell so impure..wow i can smell it. REMOVE KEGARE FROM THE PREMISES. you will get caught. futsunushi+takemikazuchi+torifune+amanosagume=pacify izumo...you will kuniyuzuri/ tsukuyomi alive on moon, tsukuyomi making capital on moon . pure land tsukuyomi moon. we are pure and have mochi now hahahaha ha because of tsukuyomi... you are ppoor impure youk... you live in a forest hahahaha, you live in a lake
tsukuyomi alive numbr one #1 on moon ....fuck the suwa ,..FUCKk ashol youks no good i spit in the mouth eye of ur myth and fantsy. 2kuyomi aliv and real strong sage purify all the youk wild aminal with god magic now we the amatsukami rule .youk of the earth presidant tei inaba fukc the lord daikoku and lay egg this egg hatch and izumo wa;s born. stupid baby form the eggn give bak our reedplain we will crush u lik a pit of peach. takamagahara greattst countrey
Anonymous 2023/10/31 (Tue) 18:07
No. 29041
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3. The Impurity Exhibition
Anonymous 2023/10/31 (Tue) 21:52
No. 29042
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>>29040
Go fug your nephew, Yorihime.
!02X6/ifNow 2023/11/01 (Wed) 15:13
No. 29043
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Awareness. In the night hours she found herself fatiguing steadily, and was acutely aware of the transformations brought on by this now-accustomed deprivation from sleep. Her body, toiling slavishly in its indenture to her waking faculties, was pervaded by unconscious (though in principle voluntary) muscle tensions; and a momentary survey of them was revelatory of certain inherent priorities in the construction of Yagokoro Eirin. The expressive muscles of her upper face, by long habit disused as well in private as in public life, were now drawn upon as a reservoir to the ocular muscles and pressed into their task of maintaining the acuity of her sight. Isometric rigidities were likewise sustained in various disorganised regions of her trunk, in order to supplement her flagging spinal erectors. Her shoulders were taut, as if in atavistic anticipation of some sudden animal threat to her unguarded nape. She had begun to grind her teeth.
(Beyond the window of her office a solitary figure persisted likewise beneath a yoke of nerve and bone.)
Anonymous 2023/11/01 (Wed) 16:10
No. 29044
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when the kegare kick in
Anonymous 2023/11/01 (Wed) 16:50
No. 29045
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Sounds like this lunarian should science her way into incorporeality. That or ask a moon rabbit for a shoulder rub.
!02X6/ifNow 2023/11/02 (Thu) 00:46
No. 29046
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Convergence. Here more than anywhere else, in the midst of her pharmacopoeia, it would have been trivial to abjure these sensations; these dull quarrels and cottony slingstones of disordered time: induce herself with a magistral concoction of sedatives and hypnotics, anxiolytics and cardiotonics, sympathomimetics and parasympathomimetics, stimulants and sensorimotor blockades, to sleep hours and days in the course of minutes. On some nights she availed herself of exactly this. What she was unable to accomplish in the process, however, was to maintain the edifice of her consciousness above sea-level, so critical to the inner machinations which were namesake of so many of her titles and epithets. It was for this sole concern that she inflicted upon herself these nightly perseverations, at times telescoping one into another like teratological metameres, unfurling in search of a final convergence to the planes and manifolds of her thought.
(Syzygy at the gate: curse-bound Akarya-zzagama, arrested at weaponpoint by Jouga’s long-eared chamberlain.)
Anonymous 2023/11/02 (Thu) 00:50
No. 29047
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What I'm hearing is a lot of shady drugs are involved.
Anonymous 2023/11/02 (Thu) 01:11
No. 29048
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I suppose that abusing your body is less of an issue when you're an immortal.
!02X6/ifNow 2023/11/02 (Thu) 21:59
No. 29058
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Dissociation. To no avail. Her present preoccupations were proving recalcitrantly diasporic, rebuffing all attempt at conciliation and forcing anabasis into further regions of her mind. In her vision the planes of her office, its walls and surfaces dovecoted by so many drawers and shelves, lost their perpendicularity and rearranged themselves into a splintered warren of angles, intersecting freely by mechanism, by indication, by precursor, by pharmacophore, by kinetics, by stoichiometry, by lethal and/or recreational synergy …
(Her fingers groped out a blue pastille and nocked it by the cord of her tongue. A shudder clambered down her spine as it released.)
These intractable obsessions were a thread which had first congealed, notochord-like, in the earliest gastrulation of the Lunar founding, and which had trailed behind her forever since, as like a synapsid, amphibian, gnathostome tail: accountable only genealogically and not teleologically. In retrospect the creation of the Elixir was more than anything else a fatalistic attempt at inducing some private catastrophe which could, by dint of shock, by sheer enormity, expose some plane of alignment or sense.
Anonymous 2023/11/02 (Thu) 22:31
No. 29059
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An eternal nervous breakdown, eh.
!02X6/ifNow 2023/11/02 (Thu) 22:36
No. 29060
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s/clambered/reverberated
Silly of me to go with "clambered".
Anonymous 2023/11/03 (Fri) 04:40
No. 29064
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She'd be better off taking a page from Dr. Hofmann's book.
!02X6/ifNow 2023/11/03 (Fri) 20:49
No. 29067
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The Lunar Expo. The yearly exhibitions at Eientei had begun to take on a disquieting tenor. The initial curiosity of the aeronautical wagons, self-luminous raiments, hypertext incunabula, and other petty mirabilia had been quickly spent, and the difficulty of the trek ensured that the body of regular attendees soon dwindled to an obsessional core of quixotic utopians, conspiracists, fanaticists, and outright lunatics. As the audience underwent this evaporative contraction, so too the spectacle on offer grew increasingly delaminated and insular, and presently it was impossible to say on which side of the stanchions were corralled the greater dementations. The faraway songs of Moon rabbits were enblended with the plangent melodies of dead satellites. Freedom from sabi was epitomised in the obtuse convexity of anti-ligature design. In the multivalent imaginations of the glycol-eyed inmates the acute angle of a half-opened folding fan stood projectively for anything from cataclysmic rupture on an atomic scale to the exposed pudenda of Ame-no-Uzume.
Anonymous 2023/11/03 (Fri) 20:55
No. 29068
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A goddess's exposed pudenda...
Anonymous 2023/11/03 (Fri) 21:18
No. 29069
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This is the way, step inside...?
Anonymous 2023/11/03 (Fri) 22:38
No. 29071
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The problem here is the lack of confectionery stands, operated by cute rabbits, and souvenir stalls full of merchandise and tchotchkes. Not only will you turn a tidy profit but you will retain mind share thanks to the proliferation of curios.
Anonymous 2023/11/03 (Fri) 23:17
No. 29073
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should have played more fucking video games
!02X6/ifNow 2023/11/04 (Sat) 00:54
No. 29074
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>>29069
Caudotomy. Noiselessly she came to the perimeter gate. A subtle kick to the left heel, subsequented by an accurately timed entry into the peripheral vision prevented an unnecessary startle response from the rabbit Udongein. Beyond the rifle's slitted flash guard the yokefellow porter stood hunch-shouldered with affectated nonchalance. A cigarette hung shabbily smouldering from her lips. Eirin appropriated it with a casual motion, and in the same trajectory brought it to linger above her own: “This is the way, step inside …”
Anonymous 2023/11/04 (Sat) 01:10
No. 29075
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I'm sure Reisen's brand is Belomorkanal.
Anonymous 2023/11/04 (Sat) 15:14
No. 29078
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God, I want Eirin to puff cancerous smoke straight into my humie face.
!02X6/ifNow 2023/11/04 (Sat) 21:58
No. 29080
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The Country of Roots. The compound shadows thrown against the grey walls of the corridor resembled the Hadean silhouettes which yet deranged the sleep of his Augustitude Izanagi. Carried about them was the same stench of pollution and death. Where their steps descended on the matted floor they made the sound of nothing, and their breathing was subsumed by the omnipresent hum of ventilation. At the second bend Udongein turned back, sweating privately against the black polymer clasped in her palms.
!02X6/ifNow 2023/11/04 (Sat) 21:59
No. 29081
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Akarya-zzagama. It is said among the mortals of Miyako that the Lunar seas spell out the shape of an immortal emissary of the heavenly gods. For the gods were kind and tenderhearted, and wished to pass down the elixir of life to the first peoples to live on the nascent earth, that they might preserve their natural beauty for ever. So they dispatched their emissary Akarya-zzagama to earth, to the islands of great Miyako, beautiful Miyako. And Akarya-zzagama made his descent, bearing his yoke of two buckets on his shoulders: one fulfilled with the rejuvenating waters of life; the other brimming with the bleak waters of death … “I don’t believe I need to spell it out?”
Anonymous 2023/11/04 (Sat) 23:06
No. 29082
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No, please do; I'm very lost.
!02X6/ifNow 2023/11/04 (Sat) 23:23
No. 29083
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>>29082
Lost Seat of the Soul. A peculiar feature of the sacrum is its tendency to attract preternatural significations:
os sacrum, ‘sacred bone’;
senkotsu, ‘immortal bone’. It is as if there is the lingering awareness of some lost sacral nexus, of which the bones of the pelvis constitute an annullated vestige: a caudal recapitulation of the skull, perhaps, spinally yoked with its cranial counterpart. “One fulfilled with the rejuvenating waters of life; the other brimming with the bleak waters of death …” She regaled the porter with a sardonic humour that did not reach the eyes. “You may set her down on the bier.”
Anonymous 2023/11/04 (Sat) 23:28
No. 29084
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Being yoked to Eirin's pelvis...
!02X6/ifNow 2023/11/05 (Sun) 03:32
No. 29086
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Decedent: K— S—. Identified by: Saitama University photo identification. Age: 21. Sex: F. Length: 158 cm. Weight: 52 kg. Hair: Black, chin-length. Eyes: Irides OD brown, OS blue. Pupils 5 mm round. Corneae transparent. Sclerae white. Conjunctiva unremarkable without petechiae. Teeth: Natural dentition, good repair. Algor: Cool. Rigor: Absent. Livor: Red, anterior. Clothing and personal effects: 1. Hiking jacket, blood-stained. 2. Shirt, blood-stained. 3. Brassiere. 4. Cargo trousers, perforated, blood-stained. 5. Boxer underwear. 6. Left sock. 7. Left hiking boot. 8. Right ankle dressed with several windings of polyethylene tape. 9. Prescription spectacles, damaged. 10. Folding knife. 11. Key. 12. Makarov handgun, unloaded. 13. Compass. 14. Cigarette lighter. 15. Wallet containing multiple cards, photo identification, one banknote of 1000 yen denomination. 16. Fish hooks, several dozen, boxed. External examination: 1. Perforating gunshot wound of neck. A. Distant range entrance wound, right posterior nape. B. Gunshot wound of exit, left anterior neck. C. General trajectory right to left, forward, upward. D. No projectile recovered. 2. Perforating gunshot wound of right lower extremity. A. General downward trajectory. B. No projectile recovered. 3. Focal abrasions and contusions. Probable cause of death: Perforating gunshot wound of neck.
Anonymous 2023/11/05 (Sun) 04:12
No. 29087
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But how does a lunarian know what a makarov is?
Anonymous 2023/11/05 (Sun) 13:14
No. 29093
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I wonder who the political figure will be that J. G. Yagokoro will explain her sexual interest in. Toyosatomimi no Miko, maybe?
Anonymous 2023/11/05 (Sun) 15:30
No. 29095
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Saitama! Saitama!
!02X6/ifNow 2023/11/06 (Mon) 23:39
No. 29101
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The Cipher in the Dunes. The characteristically unweathered skin of this outsider had carried on this property into death, so that even in the accompaniment of these two permanent immortals she approached their amorphicity; their acontextuality. Photographs, enormously magnified, of such regions as the iliac or clavicular prominences may have revealed no significant differences from each other, or from aerial images of a distant sand-sea: vast parametric landscapes, nothing determinate, everything latent. Even her external wounds, once cleaned down to their proper extents, seemed to exist on a separate plane of definition. Across the obverse of this unwritten vellum the onset of livor had imprinted a rigid sanguinity, like the erythematic flush of gamma irradiation or the port-wine face of Sarutahiko.
!02X6/ifNow 2023/11/07 (Tue) 06:45
No. 29103
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Preparatory Ablutions. Roving across these nude landscapes of skin and flesh, these tender promontories and esplanades, the doctor moved with all the disaffectation of an exile. In her indifferent wake, with towel, with sponge, with razor and with soap, the filmy accretions and coagulations of former life were scythed away: grime and gore expunged by the robotical motions of a schematic misogi. This was a tableau in which obscenity was precluded and voyeurism was impossible. Watching on, Mokou wondered idly if the same was true when Tokoyo-no-Omoikane fucked.
!02X6/ifNow 2023/11/08 (Wed) 23:33
No. 29113
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Eternal Night. Hour of the Ox: last quarter. The preparations were complete. The white shroud, with its stark planes of shadow cut into the cold light, gave off the effect of a clandestine tumulus raised upon the Lunar regolith, a forbidden sepulture in the Eternal Land. Interred within was the cipher key to the secret history of the Moon: the torrid scandals of Ame-no-Uzume; the assassination deaths of Ame-no-Hohi and of Ame-no-Wakahiko; the psychological recoil of the Kuni-yuzuri, inflicted in the form of collective inurement to atrocity; the traces of green glass in the alluvial plain of the lifeless Ame-no-Yasukawa. Here was the fuze to a weapon with which to destroy the world. She smiled, and lowered her cerebrotonic countenance onto the Fujiwara girl still propped artlessly against the wall. “Won’t you join us?” she murmured—“For the vernissage.”
!02X6/ifNow 2023/11/08 (Wed) 23:38
No. 29114
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Flower of the Moon. 1. Flos Daturae stramonii, eight parts. 2. Radix Angelicae dahuricae, two parts. 3. Radix Angelicae decursivae, two parts. 4. Radix praeparata Aconitii japonici, two parts. 5. Rhizoma Pinelliae ternatae, two parts. 6. Rhizoma Ligustici striati, two parts. 7. Rhizoma Arisaematis japonici, one part. Ingredients commingled in decoction serve to produce anaesthesia, analgesia, hypnosis, tranquillity. Effects are tantamount to acute intoxication by atropine, scopolamine, hyoscyamine. Neurotoxic effect of aconitine counterbalances tachycardia and potentiates anticholinergic delirium.
!02X6/ifNow 2023/11/10 (Fri) 00:49
No. 29118
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Tracts and Channels; Inner Landscapes. Aboveground, the hallways seemed, contra the senses, to have lengthened and anfractuated; divaricated and ramified, as if in pneumatic parallel to the sanguinary diagram of the vampire’s manse. Ligations and cavitations were formed by labyrinthine arrangements of the partition walls; dilapidated backstages revealed themselves like infarcts throughout. The chambered atmosphere, turbid like disordered pneuma, alternated fever and algor; sudor and mucor, cajoling mercurially with interweaving currents and countercurrents. Such meridional derangements of the body architectonic had their somatic sequelae manifested in the technicolour galleries to which they were host: panoramic enluminures, prodigiously magnified, of histological sections produced by microtomy, by radiography, by scintigraphy and magnetography, depicting the innumerable pathoses of the five viscera and six entera in immanely neurotic detail. These were lit through with actinic light, illuminating the extraordinary chymical hues of eosin, fuchsin, haematoxylin, lissamine, alcian, silver, and gentian; throwing psychedelically moruliform caustics on the invariably sterile white walls. Here, in the inexorably accelerating mind of Omoikane of the Eternal World, was an exhibition to surpass the parochial pearls and corals of the Capital of the Moon itself.
!02X6/ifNow 2023/11/12 (Sun) 00:38
No. 29129
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The True Shape of Human Bones. By four o’clock the disassembly plan was fully operational. The concentrated effort of organised and coordinated component removal began on a two-shift basis. All interfaces such as electrical connectors, tubing joints, physical mounting of components, etc. were closely inspected and photographed immediately prior to, during, and after disassembly. From the beginning of disassembly action was taken to catalogue and place on display the hundreds of items that would be removed. The Pyrotechnics Installation Building was assigned for this purpose. A storage room was established to receive and catalogue components as they were removed. Components were then displayed in a viewing area. The purpose of this area was to permit observers to make visual examination of removed components. During the course of the disassembly over one thousand items were removed from Fujiwara no Mokou. A list of all removed components was maintained and distributed after the vernissage. This list identified the location of components in the display area as well as those undergoing further demonstrations at other locations.
Anonymous 2023/11/12 (Sun) 09:30
No. 29132
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>>29129
This one reminds me of an SCP article – the clinical description of processes involving machine parts followed by the twist that it is actually about body parts of a person.
Anonymous 2023/11/12 (Sun) 11:53
No. 29134
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I wonder: was Mokou drugged; or did she take the dream cocktail of her own volition so she could "donate".
Continuous and repeated vivisection can't be exactly pleasant; immortal or not.
!02X6/ifNow 2023/11/13 (Mon) 04:02
No. 29136
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Sleeping Beauty. Suppose you are put to sleep with a precisely calibrated dose of mafutsusan by a brilliant and omnicapable doctor. During the twenty-four hours that you will sleep under her attentive and unparallelled care, she will briefly and courteously stir you to wakefulness either once or twice, depending on the toss of a three-bu silver coin. If the coin comes up with the crow motif, you will be awakened only once, at the twelve-hour mark. If the coin comes up with the sunray motif, you will be awakened twice, at the eight- and sixteen-hour marks. After each waking, she will lull you gently back to sleep with a drug that makes you forget that awakening; and, in either case, you will be awakened and let off without incident at the end of twenty-four hours. Say now that you have just been awakened partway through. With what probability should you believe that it is the twelve-hour mark? … “The amount of sunlight in the room?” repeated Kaguya. “As a matter of fact, the Sun hasn’t risen since the day before yesterday.”
!02X6/ifNow 2023/11/13 (Mon) 05:26
No. 29137
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Fuzing Sequences. Therefore did the eight hundred myriad deities assemble in a divine assembly in the alluvial plain of the Ame-no-Yasukawa. They induced the deity Omoikane, child of the deity Takamimusubi, to contemplate a plan. They gathered together the long-crying birds of Tokoyo and induced them to cry. They took the anvil-stone from the upper stream of the Ame-no-Yasukawa; they took the beryllium from the Ame-no-Kanayama; they forged with an august forging the beryllium mirror eight feet wide. They strung with a complete stringing the strings of lithium deuteride magatama. They weaved with a sacred weaving the polystyrene offerings and the polyethylene offerings. They uprooted by the very roots a true sakaki tree of five hundred branches from the Ame-no-Kaguyama. In the upper branches they hung the beryllium mirror eight feet wide; in the middle branches they affixed the strings of lithium deuteride magatama eight feet long; in the lower branches they suspended the offerings of polystyrene and the offerings of polyethylene.
Anonymous 2023/11/14 (Tue) 00:54
No. 29144
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real Kojikicore hours
!02X6/ifNow 2023/11/14 (Tue) 03:11
No. 29145
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Brain of the Moon. That such an earliest memory should already contain within it this unsubtle seed of rupture—she could no longer ascribe anything to the fact but the most brutal necessity. Through her unceasing investigations into the pathoses of the body, she had become increasingly steeped in the knowledge not only of their manifestations but also of their inherent inevitability. For the originating premise of life, the very fundament of its being, is the retreat into the insular province of the self: and such wilful insulation may only be successfully maintained by the continual hormesis of confrontation. Thus the living creature, in order to survive, must be terrorised with its every avenue of failure; the living tissue must anticipate its every possible injury—the body reduce to a wincing stratigraphy of trauma. And the advent of memory, of consciousness, of intellect becomes no escape: the attempt to turn inwards into a neural world, to win some quantum of relief from one’s environs, is outmatched by ever more intrusive forms of pain; ever more invasive sufferings. If the Elixir could not bring a culmination to this involuntary exhibition, then what could possibly accomplish it?
Anonymous 2023/11/14 (Tue) 03:13
No. 29146
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Hah, yep, I feel that one.
!02X6/ifNow 2023/11/14 (Tue) 06:47
No. 29149
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Annihilation. The illusion of the false Sun had served its rôle. The spectators, none the wiser, were gathered in the dissection theatre, the freshly galvanised contingent of scholars, physicians, surgeons, apprentices, osteopaths, artists, and sundry social notables vying for vantage with the more perennial menagerie. Clamour: commotion: a glare from the preparator: silence fell. Presently there commenced the anatomy lesson of Dr. Yagokoro Eirin … Distantly she felt her voice issuing forth, with preamble, with anodyne platitude: next scholastic prolegomenon: next preliminary elucidation, interminable elucidation, on the inflows and outflows of the five and six viscera and entera, but taking the knife in her hand she began to vivify: almost automatically she observed the parting of skin, of fat, of fibre, of muscle, of fascial and serous membrane beneath garnet blade and forceps: next the severing of stroma and disinterring of parenchyme: forth heart, forth spleen, forth liver, forth lung, forth kidney, forth gall, forth bladder, forth stomach: forth the intestinal bowels large and small: vacant thus the three kilns. Vacant the body: vacant the form: vacant, all vacant, all truly vacant—a body without organs.
Anonymous 2023/11/14 (Tue) 12:08
No. 29153
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wow Mokou is just like me frfr no cap
