oh hell nah what was my humor

once i had a dream and there was a flying mustard can and a flying cat. then the flying mustard can handed me a monkey in a can. huh

Why are we still here? Just to suffer? Every night, I can feel my leg… and my arm… even my fingers. The body I’ve lost… the comrades I’ve lost… won’t stop hurting… It’s like they’re all still there. You feel it, too, don’t you?

Okuyasu (im bias)