I'm not gay. But I want to live in a log cabin in the woods with Shohei Ohtani We won't ever have sex, but there will be a simmering erotic undercurrent as I stand in the kitchen window watching him chopping wood, shirtless, sweat pouring off his body. I'll run upstairs and masturbate, the entire time forcing myself to think of women while my thoughts drift back to Shohei. I won't be able to climax and I'll eventually go back downstairs, angry. Sometimes we will look across the table and catch each other's eyes, and in that second, anything is possible, but we both deny ourselves and go back to what we were doing. One day one of us will die, and the other will bury him outside the log cabin. Then he'll go inside, pen a brief missive to his departed friend, and commit suicide, never able to deal with life without his one true platonic love.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FcEe2hNLvJk
しかし山で木を切って炭にする以上
1年中 山の中に居なければならない
あと虫嫌いな人には無理じゃない?
虫じゃないけどヤマヒルとかにも血を吸われそうだし
毒蛇とクモにうんざりするで
た〜かぁ〜す〜ぎぃぃぃ〜
ってやるんか
思ってるより命がけの激務と思うが
むしろ山から出たくないわ
戦後ぐらいだと保土ケ谷とか鴨居とかでも山賊いたらしいんだけど、いまだとかなり山奥でないとムリ>
めちゃきついって言ってた
コミュ力ないと無理
はい解散!
チェンソー作業ミスって失血死
蜂に刺されてアナフェラ死
熊に襲われて熊死
猪に襲われて猪死
好きな死に方選べ
いいのか😡
枝を切って運ぶ簡単な仕事
こいつらと勝負できるのか都会のリーマンが
まだまだ嫌儲にはなれないな。
https://youtu.be/ruzgMaB8ELU
ぶっちゃけ誰でもできる
こんなもん急峻な山で林業をする日本にはないぞ
UFOから異星人が降りてきて木を切り倒した、というのもあり得る話
動画の後半見てくれ。重機が入る道も重機でサクサク作れるんやで
重機さえあれば、山をサクッと要塞にできちゃう時代なんだよなぁ
愛せよ
出家でもした方がいい
朝々仏と共に起き、夕々仏と共に眠る生活
杉の木をすべて伐採して自然林にしろよ
But I want to live in a log cabin in the woods with Shohei Ohtani We won't ever have sex, but there will be a simmering erotic undercurrent as I stand in the kitchen window watching him chopping wood, shirtless, sweat pouring off his body.
I'll run upstairs and masturbate, the entire time forcing myself to think of women while my thoughts drift back to Shohei. I won't be able to climax and I'll eventually go back downstairs, angry.
Sometimes we will look across the table and catch each other's eyes, and in that second, anything is possible, but we both deny ourselves and go back to what we were doing.
One day one of us will die, and the other will bury him outside the log cabin.
Then he'll go inside, pen a brief missive to his departed friend, and commit suicide, never able to deal with life without his one true platonic love.