I can’t really put my finger on it, but there is something sensual about a young girl waiting at a railroad crossing. I’ve felt this way ever since I saw Anno’s Shikijitsu. There is something creepy about it, yet tranquil.

Broken beer bottles are the most useless weapon ever. People using it always get their asses whooped. Always.

That’s not really water, is it? You can’t fool me, I know that it’s Ai’s nectar.

God knows what I’d do if I came home to this every day. It probably isn’t legal in most countries. Throwing out the TV through the window is illegal, right?
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