>>33767962I want to see every expectation shattered and betrayed. My only desire is to see these women reduced to slavering, obsessive vessels of destruction carefully measured and counter balanced to the desires of their audience. I want the most desperate and needful of their viewers to gnash teeth and writhe at the revelations and uncomfortable truths that come with the continued observation of their self selected oshii. We should all eat wontons, everyone should drink deep of the Uruka hotel con Fishman experience, I want to see goslings throwing themselves off ledges at the indiscretions of the perform wrought raw across their performative medium. It's not enough to dehumanize themselves as raw, parasocial avatars of the moe slice of life anime they parrot to provide comfort to the Flakes and Henrys of the current viewer meta. I DEMAND a higher, challenging class of chuuba to assuage my own crippling mental illness.
I MUST KNOW THE CRUSTED COPPER BROWN DRIED BLOOD OF LIA'S KEYBOARD LAID BARE FROM HER COMPULSIVE UNCONSCIOUS DIGGING INTO HER OWN MILKY WHITE MYSTERY MEAT THIGH. I CAN STILL SEE THE TERRIBLE DISSONANCE BETWEEN PERFORMER AND AVATAR I WANT MY EYES TO BE BATTERED AND PULPED INTO BLISSFUL DARKNESS AND DOLCETT TONES CARRY ME ONTO A HIGHER PLANE OF EXISTENCE. WHY CANT THESE CHEAP ANIME HUSSIES DELIVER SUCH SIMPLE RELEASE?!
