So lately, I’ve been doing some thinking. You know, about the important things, like looking at my life and my choices and dicks and just doing some deep, deep soul-searching, probing reeeeeal far in there, thrusting into that existential void at the center of all our existences, pounding hard (very hard) into the questions of truth and meaning, shuddering in the throes of a positively ecstatic spiritual enlightenment…
As you can imagine, it’s been very stimulating.
And I think at long last I’ve seen the light. And it’s telling me, no more with this shameless Hetalia pornography! No, beginning today, I shall join the Holy Church of Mochimerica and devote myself body and soul to only holy images of mochi and lettuce.
Of course, finding my religious calling does not preclude drawing porn. Heavens, no! Indeed, I intend to draw more porn than ever, as the Church of Mochimerica very much encourages such devout pursuits - provided, of course, the subject matter is limited to mochis and lettuce. Mochis fucking lettuce, lettuce fucking mochis, hardcore lettuce bdsm, you get the picture.
After all, when our lord and savior Mochimerica poses that most profound question, “May I fuck you?” I should hope we all answer in our heart of hearts with a resounding “okey.”