A keresés eredménye

Brain Fluid Explosion Girl

Those people who annoyingly offer me endless advice are merely talking to themselves.
I've struck a rock and become covered in bruises.
I wish I could, via a signal bypass, get a share of
others' sensation of pain sent from their frontal lobes
This absurdity would not go away. I'm wearing my school swimsuit.
As I spew out vomit, maybe I need to defragment my wild fantasies.
Because I didn't keep my eyes on the road, my face is now badly injured.
I don't care anyhow. I just want to eat some macarons.
 
If I match myself to the capricious rhythm
and bump up my femininity with a 'one, two, step',
even the passive herbivore men
will let themselves be loved by me.
I'll skip the impossible game of landing a job
by not showing up at my interview and burning my bridge.
Because I lost my cellphone, I am now losing the soundness of my mind.
(※There might be a problem with my autonomic nervous system.)
 
If you're talking so big and pompously
only because you want the pleasure from the rubbing between a male and a female,
then just strike me with that thing you have that looks like a rod.
Crimson flowers are blooming everywhere.
I am a brain matter explosion girl.
 
Come, let's dance as if we're crazy.
After all, on this day 100 years later,
everyone will have died anyway.
I'm trembling, so please hold me tight.
If you can make my brain secrete even more juice,
my climax will take me to the other side of the moon.
 
(※The number you have dialled...is not in service.)
 
The charismatic lawyer who's never lost a debate
has written a how-to book and is now selling it.
At Starbucks, I order something with thick caramel
and make a boastful face with my Tokyo bias.
 
Those mass-produced idols all share the same fate.
The clowns at festivals are no good when it comes to love.
With a little devil's makeup, give me a new sensation of touch.
My snack at 3 o'clock will be macarons.
 
When those committing harakiri, Mt. Fuji, and the geisha
all sing to the rhythm of the slap bass,
I'll plunge right into the battle at the girls-only party,
focusing my eyes on the sweets and refraining from sending tweets on Twitter.
 
Afterparty. Barbecue. Gotanda.
Google has made me realize how uninformed I am.
My ultra-thin Japanese smartphone's contract will be up after 2 years.
(※Please confirm your password once more.)
 
I never wanted in the first place to be a cute obedient puppy
who would wag the tail when someone waves my way.
Use that thick rope to tie me up.
Marquis de Sade and fille de joie,
I am a brain matter explosion girl.
 
Come, let's dance as if we're crazy.
After all, on this day 100 years later,
everyone will have died anyway.
Please hold me tight right now.
I want to drown deeper in the narcotics in my brain
and wade to the other side of the universe.
Come, let's dance as if we're crazy.
Without a doubt, 100 years later
I will be reborn as a beautiful girl.
After I have shed this stale body,
I will make my brain secrete even more juice,
and let my climax take me to the other side of the moon.