video / action if you hate yourself
Jan. 26th, 2015 01:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[ The ID attached to this video bodes well for absolutely nobody. Joichiro Nishi, the kid who posted about poisoning the geriatrics, great.
This time, the view is shot over his shoulder--no, it's literally shot on his shoulder; it's hard to stage your own videos when you have no friends and nobody to hold your camera for you, so it jolts a little every time he moves his right arm. Anything that isn't his hands and his sleeves isn't visible.
In front of the camera there are two horrible looking objects, and he points to each in turn. ]
Cat stomach. Sausage skin.
[ Gross. ]
There's a beauty in being hit with a cat stomach. Nobody can appreciate it for what it is, of course, but you react the same way when someone pelts you with a vital organ filled with custard whether you know which part from which animal it is or not.
[ He pans over a bit--yep, custard. Looks a little lumpy and old. ]
That's where the sausage skin comes in. There aren't many cats in my area now, [ He's killed most of them. ] and I've got a lot of custard and not a lot of stomachs. But it looks like something important, and it'll probably just be as satisfying.
[ As he keeps talking, he's manhandling the hell out of those stomachs, spooning custard into them and sewing the holes shut until they're nothing more than horrible bubbles of old custard and leftover cat. He does the same with the sausage skins, and they look relatively similar, if a lot thinner and not as sturdy. It's clear which ones he favors.
He stands up then, revealing that he's--whoa, on top of a very tall building apparently, and looks right over the side, dragging his collection of stomachs and sausage closer, dangling them over the edge. ]
Call it an experiment. Which has the better splatter and the loudest scream? We'll see.
[ He drops a stomach. The feed cuts off. If you happen to be walking past, you're about to have a pretty shitty day. ]
This time, the view is shot over his shoulder--no, it's literally shot on his shoulder; it's hard to stage your own videos when you have no friends and nobody to hold your camera for you, so it jolts a little every time he moves his right arm. Anything that isn't his hands and his sleeves isn't visible.
In front of the camera there are two horrible looking objects, and he points to each in turn. ]
Cat stomach. Sausage skin.
[ Gross. ]
There's a beauty in being hit with a cat stomach. Nobody can appreciate it for what it is, of course, but you react the same way when someone pelts you with a vital organ filled with custard whether you know which part from which animal it is or not.
[ He pans over a bit--yep, custard. Looks a little lumpy and old. ]
That's where the sausage skin comes in. There aren't many cats in my area now, [ He's killed most of them. ] and I've got a lot of custard and not a lot of stomachs. But it looks like something important, and it'll probably just be as satisfying.
[ As he keeps talking, he's manhandling the hell out of those stomachs, spooning custard into them and sewing the holes shut until they're nothing more than horrible bubbles of old custard and leftover cat. He does the same with the sausage skins, and they look relatively similar, if a lot thinner and not as sturdy. It's clear which ones he favors.
He stands up then, revealing that he's--whoa, on top of a very tall building apparently, and looks right over the side, dragging his collection of stomachs and sausage closer, dangling them over the edge. ]
Call it an experiment. Which has the better splatter and the loudest scream? We'll see.
[ He drops a stomach. The feed cuts off. If you happen to be walking past, you're about to have a pretty shitty day. ]