I love you, Koakuma ageha because you are soooo pretty...but I don’t know what goes on in your mind. So I consider the inner workings of your strange sparkling world from a distance, one page at a time, trying to find your real face. It must be here somewhere in this little girl’s room full of fake diamonds, sparkling kimono, and leopard print cocktail attire. A pocket kingdom with Marlboro menthols, Starbucks cups, and McDonald’s packaging in place of a castle. And still, you look like true royalty, the princess enthroned at a mirror putting on make-up for hours. Who are you doing it for? I have my suspicions. Because I saw another magazine called Manzoku earlier tonight in a store on Sakura street. There were rows of girls dressed just like you, with names that could not have been real, tiny arms and hands covering their faces. Maybe I could accept what this means if only you’d show me who you really are without the mirror and minus the diamonds. I want to take you away from this sick and dirty world, and give you the dream for real. But I can’t afford the prices at this place without a coupon, let alone a glass slipper. Still, I love you Koakuma ageha. Now can I order another beer? The ninety minutes I paid for are nearly up.
i'm not sure how to respond to this post. amused? sad? amusedly sad? sadly amused? confusing.
Posted by: pame-pan | February 18, 2008 at 03:54 AM
Um. Be sure to let us all know how that line of thought develops.
Posted by: Patrick Macias | February 18, 2008 at 08:48 AM
Sadly, you'll order a beer and they'll bring you happoshu.
Posted by: Marxy | February 19, 2008 at 02:04 AM
Happoshu, huh? Sad it is, then.
Posted by: pame-pan | February 19, 2008 at 04:29 AM
Nice to meet you.
I am writing this in Japan now.
A small satan is a large boom in Japan.
http://koakuma.y29a.com/
This is a site in Japan in which true small satans gather.
Posted by: Fuziko | July 29, 2008 at 01:51 AM