Mr Lunatik's fucked on story

Dear Dadarno,

Fucked out whores are taking military style training in order to tone up their bodies and sharpen their pleasure skills in Tokyo. 

In Yokohama, the world record holder for reciting pi, to 100,000 places no less, is working on breaking his record by converting the numbers to words and reciting them, for hours.

A famous television announcer was photographed with her tongue in the mouth of a married politician, prompting questions about her neutrality. 

Gambling on pachinko is a multi-billion dollar industry in Japan, and many of the operators are North Korean.  Their official bribes go to the Japanese police, and some of their profits were heading to the North Korea, the only land ruled by a ghost.  What now, Fat Boy Kim, since your play money has been taken away?

The world's busiest pedestrian intersection is about 10 minutes from where I work.  In a couple of hours it will be populated by under-age whores trawling for johns, drug dealers looking to make a sale, fashion zombies mindlessly hunting attention, drunk office workers staggering home, horny couples heading for love hotel hill, software writers heading back to the office to pull all-nighters and shoppers lugging more crap to their cramped apartments.  The scene is bathed in night eating neon, and five huge plasma screens plastered on the sides of buildings.  

If Tokyo were a country, it would have roughly the same GDP as Canada.

In a few weeks I will meet perhaps the foremost expert on Japanese literature and culture.  I always think it is weird when I meet the author of a textbook I sweated through at University. 

The temptations of complexity are upon me.  A woman who belongs to a sex cult has invited me to, know her better.  Her very cells ooze sexuality and she is superbly toned and exotic. 

Well, as the T-shirt I saw says,  Fuck on!

Mr Lunatik