Not only is he immortal, having lived centuries. (Don't remind me that he recently admitted his age, that's like telling kids that Santa's actually their dad in a fatsuit... or... their fat dad. Whatever. Not good.) he eats people now. That's savvy.
Ah I miss watching Gackt talk about his crotch and sex life. Dude's probably got a thingie that has the same diameter as my arm, since he's got the confidence to flash it around.
Damn I am freaked out by him. If you stare long enough, you'll get goosebumps. I sure did. Dude's a freak.
I need to know what products he uses. Cos I once aspired to be so fair, it hurts to look at me when I am under the sun. Gackt's exactly that.
He used to be my Arashi when I was... 16? 17? Thereabouts. I'd watch Moonchild three times a day. You think I am kidding, don't you? I sure did. I could recite the lines before the devil himself uttered them. Good times, good times.
Why can't I like cool people? Like... I don't know... Jay-Z or something. See, my all things Japanese started with Gackt, a wannabe vampire whom I suspect to be Satan himself, then there's Queen (OMG Freddie Mercury and his wifebeater. I wanted to dig my eyes out. Uh... bless his soul. God knows I love the band)... there's that orgy called Arashi which I have dedicated too many hours of my life to.
My friend recently got in to Johnny's Jimusho. I warned her and she got in anyway. Told her it is like falling from the top of Taipei 101, then a hole opened up and hell swallowed you up. You can't get out.
Oh yeah, this is my 'review' of Mr. Brain, which disappointed me. I wanted to punch Kamenashi in there. I seriously wanted to punch him and throw him to Gackt and have him eaten. Kame looks like an alligator. Have I said that before? Well I haven't said it enough times.
There's my 'review' some Gackt reminiscing, some ranting and dissing.