Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
>implying this whole "desu" and "senpai" transition isn't Hiroyuki's sinister ploy of enacting cultural appropriation to destroy America as we once knew it and turn it into a giant Japanese theme park
Hiroshima is playing a joke on us mate, like mootykins has done countless times. Remember candy-ass?
And either way, the removal of oh-so-ironic white college boys speaking like they're straight outta Compton is fine by me.
>people actually think any other Frost poem is better than After Apple Picking
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and disappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
would be an improvement to be quite desu with you