Haruhi's Journal. October 12th, 2006.
Cat carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. Tire tread is familiar; must ask Kyon.
This school is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The corridors are extended gutters and the gutters are full of boredom and when the drains finally excite over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their gossip and idolzing will foam up about their waists and all the moe and class presidents will look up and shout 'Save us!'
And I'll look down, and whisper, 'no.'
They had a choice, all of them. They could have followed in the footsteps of good men like anonymous. Decent men, who believed in 'doing it for the lulz'. Instead they followed the droppings of leachers and copycats and didn't realize that the trail led over a precipice until it was too late. Don't tell me they didn't have a choice.
Now the whole world stands on the brink, staring down into bloody hell, all those cheerleaders and bookworms and pretty-boys, and all of a sudden nobody can think of anything to say.
Ok. This thread should have been made a LONG time ago. Weird fanart goes here! The "what is going on in this picture", that which cannot be unseen, or just plain weird shit.
This isn't the strangest picture I've seen, but it's what I've got handy, and I admit that I haven't got a godamned clue why Koizumi is naked with a ladle.