at which point in the dream, I got scolded by a sibling for the most ridiculous criticism of the method I had used (successfully) to handle the (expected) consequences of the foolish action I had taken.

I was unfortunately woken up by a pool of vomit forming in my mouth before I could duel him in hand to hand combat

dont even talk to me since that's all u seem to know how to do!!! go punch your sister or kick your son, corner-squeeze that suspected queer boy, its what youre good at, dont talk revolution or palestine, petty bourgeois fascistic shit eating grinners!

of the islamist and Labour Islamist parties!!! posers!!!! "the State is Holy, steer nay away from it, your king is shrewd, you are his cattle, follow your master!!!" opportunist conservative middle class petty bourgeois sacks of shit, i hold no respect to any and all of you,,,

That's kinda like kizumonogatari

only read 1 part some yrs ago, but the way it extrapolates loving the unlovable into a border critique of fascism was so good

(From the novel)

Give him a hawaiin shirt and a cig he doesn’t even lit for some reason

its mostly depends on where your at but in Melbourne people love you if you take an honest interest in them

the thing about living in the aussie is the constant, boiling hatred of immigrants is so prevalent that it makes everyday existence depressing. Main reason I studied in Asia tbh

¡ love brisbane for the same reason. a city of tin roofs and suburban boredom. so hot that everyone's either insane or barely operational. australia's rip-off of midwestern ennui and aimlessness. there might not be emo boys but we've got a river full of sharks

Hi jade!! How’d you been doing!