committing seppuku (ritual suicide) with my wakizashi (small sword) because I failed my daimyo (feudal lord) by crashing his Nissan Pulsar (untranslatable)
"Have you ever, ever felt like this..." Triple J fades into the background, the backyard of the inner west townhouse dissolves, BBQ and all. The cold bottle of Great Northern in my hand is replaced by the firm weight of a rifle. I have a clear view of the papal apartments.
"i hope death is like being carried to your bedroom when you were a child & fell asleep on the couch during a family party. i hope you can hear the laughter from the next room"
Old black man standing behind me at the gas station let out a sigh and said "these folks need to hurry up, I gotta go get my peter sucked on." I let him go ahead of me.