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They have a good time and Nami starts to question her loyalty to the confederation she has long been a part of. Unaware of his recent traumas, she slights a greiving Jinho on the street. She is going skating with Anne. Her friendship with the waif-like white girl has given her an insight into the daily struggles Anne faces. After noticing a hastily hidden scar upon entering the bathroom without knocking, Nami feels something akin to friendship blossom within her tiny blackened heart. <br />
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They fondle themselves.blackpeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527717161768974084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583190432274750565.post-12234815474133814622010-12-16T17:13:00.000+09:002010-12-16T17:13:34.252+09:00Look at his face.<object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/w9dstzL8Hfs?fs=1&hl=en_GB"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w9dstzL8Hfs?fs=1&hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br />
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One day, while listening to NWA, young Peter's long silent phone springs inexplicably to life. He answers, hope in his heart and there's a young woman's voice, she appears to have a speech impediment, but he is an accepting cat and loves bitches. It is Nami, and finally, after months of knitting, alone, worried about his situation, he is being invited to play soccer........<br />
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Sadly, all was not as Peter hoped. He was never chosen for a team and thus was resigned to the goal, ball after ball flew towards his face, like monochrome missiles they came endlessly hurtling, and the children laughed, oh how they laughed...blackpeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527717161768974084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583190432274750565.post-10484049738468656512010-10-14T10:16:00.004+09:002010-10-31T23:29:53.613+09:00Revelations<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzdWKdgAsVUsTZbkOs_3vcVZN2TI4QAhhyV3YPgc4OAa1nwNR7JKYx9AZ-0W31tcdS_RgJGZaKAKVbqgNgM' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">After a time, Peter grew suspicious of his new friends. He and Anne, separately, had begun to question their little existences and found that they were suffering. Anne noticed the strange noises that the children made, unnatural, reptilian noises, and no one could ignore the increasing disappearances and Joon's proximity to the victims. She had to keep up appearances, though the plot was thickening, and so she agreed to meet the boy at the shop. She hoped she hadn't been too hasty, but the little bastard spooked her badly. She hoped she wasn't suspicious, or she might end up like Peter. There was no one to trust any more. </div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">When he finally got out of the rehabilitation scheme, he was put back to work. They had fed him a diet of lurid fantasy and he clung gormlessly to an idea of a grandmother, somewhere, who one day he would hold and she would tell him how handsome and clever he was, and feed him chicken.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">He never wanted to eat </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: dotum, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">송편 again. </span></span></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzMOryFUrihg9Wy6pGEaCY00c0GA9eJBVoEy9_Pa2-qA542QJ-F1Dlqt8b80uFP6dcWdgp3ZHMmcGBOaMReoA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She wasn't too bothered about what happened behind the building, just so long as she found the place in the end.</div>blackpeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527717161768974084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583190432274750565.post-66952009074644213452010-09-29T16:10:00.000+09:002010-09-29T16:10:48.487+09:00Note: Nami is almost definitely not Japanese, perhaps her family moved around a lot.<br />
Maybe her mother fled with the children to America but for some reason decided to reconcile with her husband. Though he terrifies her, she is unable to function when separated from his routine, his orders. An orderly life, yes, that's what she needs, helps the old eyes glaze over.blackpeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527717161768974084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583190432274750565.post-20243607484373076582010-09-28T10:25:00.002+09:002010-12-16T16:59:36.453+09:00Peter isn't here any more.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGVK3lOiwGz_IyZA4-oWFHyw26or4L_HYwpGDhyDnr4W5x8BqE_08dhKDEwecjT5KqtGM6zbS3ymhepS3nSvNvfRRh_fkCRjCkAem2CRhJhDMuhyphenhyphenI67Jjd5IV81lWbaEfXKKH9Cx1EsQ0/s1600/book2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGVK3lOiwGz_IyZA4-oWFHyw26or4L_HYwpGDhyDnr4W5x8BqE_08dhKDEwecjT5KqtGM6zbS3ymhepS3nSvNvfRRh_fkCRjCkAem2CRhJhDMuhyphenhyphenI67Jjd5IV81lWbaEfXKKH9Cx1EsQ0/s320/book2.jpg" width="232" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In the cartoons he seems almost maniacally happy. It is an inaccurate shame. For Peter sits in the lobby and never gives the nice ladies enough information to really help him. He used to go over to Jinho's house, he'd play at being husband - pretend Jinho was his son. Since the woman died he hasn't seen Jinho. Jinho has changed somehow. Bill went home and everything feels so cold.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh, Peter, when your lazy cracked out eyes meet the lens for that moment as you strangely chew upon your Korean food as if you've been raped for days by the cameraman, that is when I realise what you really mean to me...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Nami and Anne deserve everything they get. Dirty bitches. I may talk about these kids as I please, they surely are not human.<br />
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Peter never gets to play. He talks about going skating that one time, but I don't believe it happened...blackpeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527717161768974084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583190432274750565.post-1793921413972481902010-09-27T15:51:00.001+09:002010-09-27T15:51:52.441+09:00Bleak<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxiLZ7yE7oF8gMYGwDpz2ivehSdFq5TZptH40B0TNsUe1do9ks5ObbePLjrS4mRHvms6kPRYKJJu0AOA0VMvg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>blackpeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527717161768974084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583190432274750565.post-51655594420466889922010-09-27T15:51:00.000+09:002010-09-27T15:51:49.482+09:00Black Peter wants to go skating.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxi3Lya_9ambrL9Kxv94waFGyaSrlsffL-687bk2Mtsa7Itm821EncApYTjOhvnYfW1wFWeoVfsPWDMcBNdkg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>blackpeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527717161768974084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583190432274750565.post-62794501376102287462010-09-27T15:46:00.000+09:002010-09-27T18:19:54.353+09:00Black Peter's sister is tall and pretty.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxytrG3h3DXlbQtE5Vpe_FuyrVs1VwtIQCitdeTSBAhlFw4k7KcZS3gdSEIESxEBZinj9QiWe-pAQQw1JVFKA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He is resigned to the inevitability of Joon fucking his sister. He has beared many an injustice in his short and tragic life thus far.</div>blackpeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527717161768974084noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583190432274750565.post-72717046737564602472010-09-27T15:31:00.000+09:002010-09-27T18:06:55.245+09:00The Debut of Black Peter in 5th Grade.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">.<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyLo7xj5YNnz-j9yCwvAQSTHADHl8lG42RVODfMrqpV1Wa-KkxgIHmje1-Q1huL2yBR0kbtNKtu4ONFxI2CGA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Black Peter makes a rather innocuous first appearance in the 4th lesson. By now we are already familiar with Nami, the lisping Oriental girl (who possibly poses as Japanese in some chapters of this epic Elementary school saga) and Joon, a child (perhaps Korean, like Jinho, our hero, or perhaps simply a figment of our imaginations) with pencilled in freckles and the over-familiar manners of a man with connections. See how he sinisterly grabs the poor child's shoulder as he ferries him toward the enclosed space... Already there are twinges of unease in the portrayal of Black Peter, but it is all innocent enough at this point in Lesson 4. Joon is a sick little bastard, though.</div>blackpeterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527717161768974084noreply@blogger.com0