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White Horses of Shanghai Couldn't Keep Me Away

Ah, to be home.

Just another day at the Osaka Business Hotel

Absolutely Worthless

between a mountain and a volcano

The Nippon Trail

Yakushima - Nagasaki - Kagoshima

Japan: The Fearsome and Bizarre

Akaname - The spirit who licks the bathroom.

Jorōgumo half-woman/half-spider surrounded by her spider children.

A Nuppeppo is a Japanese spirit; appearing at midnight in ruined temples or near graveyards--a chunk of dead flesh walking by itself. The kind of pet you think is darned cute at first but then the smell eventually gets to you. Like a ferret.

Dodomeki - the ghost of a pickpocket, her arms are covered in eyes.

The amikiri, a creature that exists for no other purpose than to cut mosquito netting. Which isn't so bad, by the looks of it.


Long ago, a Samurai was walking at night down the road to Kyōto, when he heard someone calling out for him to wait. "Who's there?!" he asked nervously, only to turn around and find a man stripping off his clothes and pointing his bare buttocks at the flabbergasted traveler. As if this weren't traumatizing enough, a huge glittering eye then opened up where the strange man's anus should have been.

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She was now a rotting form of flesh with maggots and foul creatures running over her ravaged body.

Crying out loud, Izanagi could no longer control his fear and started to run, intending to return to the living and abandon his death-ridden wife. Izanami woke up shrieking and indignant and chased after him. Wild shikome or foul women also hunted for the frightened Izanagi, instructed by Izanami to bring him back.

Izanagi, thinking quickly, hurled down his headdress which became a bunch of black grapes. The shikome fell on these but continued pursuit. Next, Izanagi threw down his comb which became a clump of bamboo shoots. Now it was Yomi's creatures that began to give chase, but Izanagi urinated against a tree, creating a great river that increased his lead. Unfortunately, they still pursued Izanagi, forcing him to hurl peaches at them. He knew this would not delay them for long, but he was nearly free, for the boundary of Yomi was now close at hand.

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Optimism for a Paper Schlepper

Their job is tedious, but dullness, “The Pale King” suggests, ultimately sets them free. A typed note that Wallace left in his papers laid out the novel’s idea: “Bliss—a-second-by-second joy and gratitude at the gift of being alive, conscious—lies on the other side of crushing, crushing boredom. Pay close attention to the most tedious thing you can find (Tax Returns, Televised Golf) and, in waves, a boredom like you’ve never known will wash over you and just about kill you. Ride these out, and it’s like stepping from black and white into color. Like water after days in the desert. Instant bliss in every atom.”

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Stole this car from me in 1933

Marasmus

"The year 1938 was notable for the publication of his first novel, “Murphy,” and for a French pimp by the misleading name of Prudent, who stabbed Beckett in the street, just missing the heart. “I don’t know why, sir, I’m sorry,” he said, when his victim inquired about a motive."

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this thing got broke somehow

where are all my colours?

Toronto?

I had a stack of invitations I kept peeling off

"While most of the five or six of them were having a high old time and I was calling around trying to find the party, or any party, to get them out of my hair, Carluccio was looking through my books. Finally, when their beers were drained and before they could go for seconds, I pretended someone had given me an address on the other side of town and sent them on their way. A week later I received an envelope from Carluccio containing a sheaf of tiny stories typed on the backs of pink "While You Were Out" notes. It was the first of more than a dozen such envelopes."

http://ekotodi.blogspot.com/2008/11/hooliganism.html

Oven Nostalgia

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