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It's not me in the end
Not grandpa
Nor grandma
Who managed to be in a crowd, but out of its madness

Someone pointed at a thin line across the sky
Ask me the meaning of howling
I replied -- no

My arms, moved by someone who was holding their head, weeping
Tears ooze from the screen
Asked me why I am not a writer
I felt so guilty

In the season when sycamore trees grow
I walked through the path between the high walls
Lost in a deep black hole of words and images

The grass was just growing out of the asphalt
When someonе poured asphalt on it again

Now I feel my left foot blocking my right hand

Between cеrebral palsy and shoulder pain
You resolutely chose the latter
I can only regret it from the side
Watching you two fight has always been my pleasure
You take off your pants
I take off my adjectives
Is this how we bare ourselves to each other?

The world is damn awesome precisely because
It can end at any time
If one day I crush your proud face
Will you bear grudge against me?

But I just want to see how weak you are
You look as unclean as a baby
Then take a look at
At the me who's also like that

Street lamps trample and fracture the legs of morning glow
I stagger forward between its stomach and groin
I moan as if in a desert
I open my mouth but drink water dripping from the overpass.

All the imaginations born out of despair
Gathered in this dimension of lies
Sublimated through a certain disorder

So you can see the flowers

At the same time I saw the morning
Saw the starry sky
Saw, lingering between the towering limbs,
The mist with no name
I don’t know which Taoist hermit
In what cave
Is cultivating which nerve again

But the tangle of vines
Not a game

Those that cannot be outlined by perfect lines
The secret of nature’s refusal to welcome
Speaking of in a flowing way
The ever-changing strange gas

Then miraculously it exploded and cracked
We were born drooling
Dragging countless invisible legs
Wandering in a urinal with dry poop

Ceramic tiles are really not a space
Soap and slippers can be tolerated
But the sin of the remote control
Cannot be forgiven

Whom do you want to control remotely?
Whom did you control remotely?

The only thing missing in the world is a judge
To put a stop to all manipulation tricks
The first light of the morning
Looking into this empty room
Cut out on wooden floor
A warm square

You know better than me that shadows alone give shape
But after staying up all night, I developed a pair of bloated eyes
I want to vomit and tell you
All my hungry dreams

If you could understand this tremor caused by drinking too much coffee
You will bury my fear forever in your thin stomach

Except for the void
We have nothing more
Can be digested

What afterall am I waiting for?

Passing through all the unique sounds of betrayal
I heard
You entered the elevator
And burned
All your
Hook-shaped sincerity

those blank walls
With inborn
Metaphor of tension

In the disappointment of not being able to grow a sixth finger even if I strain my hands
I saw
The mockery in the mirror

Nowadays, we no longer count as rational proof
Licking your lower lip and tearing off the skin of your mouth with your teeth
But don’t expect me to eat nothing but sweets
'll go crazy

You are so annoyed that you make yourself different from others
In those empty and closed spaces
Cultivating a love for certain things, on your own
That is really fucking perverted

Those who say they will arrive soon but never arrive, those make me
Very afraid of being interrupted

I won't stop
I will not be like others, doing it for my own needs
And make a good-and-natural trade

The obscene sky light warned me with ill intentions:
As soon as possible, learn to trust this life to gravity
Choose either parallel movement or free fall
Why bother to create something that cannot be described by longitude and latitude
Tensed at 45 degrees?

Crooked fragility
Is the evidence that we will die on the roadside years later.

Those classical rhymes
Persecuted by the Reform and Opening-Up
On the edge of not knowing how to start

The trough of paper
Relieve your sadness of not being able to poop

How to vent
So that you can always insist on being fed?
A happy life is but exploring how to prolong the collapse cycles

Other than these roar beside your ears
You try your best
No more sound can be made

Where are you stranded in?
Where have you wandered to?

On the beach in the scorching sun
Are breasts I built with my hands

Breasts and moon
The moon and the iceberg
Iceberg and oars

Let's on the iceberg
Row our oars

I grip onto my "can't sleep"
And salivate over my delicious despair for love

Cheap nails ready to break any time

Since when did you subconsciously break with everything?
You never told me

I pursue the weaknesses of my character
Until you turn around and stare at me

The leaves begin to run away
Following me as if having grown legs, fading in and out
But we are all going in the wrong direction
So lazy, not wanting to take any way
To go where we should go

Heaven deepens the jealousy of Hell
The devil cannot help but be seduced by angels
Any word with an antonym
Is devoid of all meaning

If one day, 'we'
Becomes the antonym of 'nature'
Then perhaps 'we' will have no Sinn nor Bedeutung

Yet even then, we cannot break out of logic

For that little bit of truth
You can even be uninterested in your own destiny
Are you still human?
Don’t forget -- I am the only one who cares about you

When a life is distorted
Proven to be unable to fill one's own shortcomings without resorting to external objects
Will your heart be squatting under the wall outside the apartment complex, crying?

But there are so many people
Dreaming about moving into a new house
There are so many literati
Looking at product packaging in the supermarket

With the advice of all the well-wishers, you
Cup your meager self between your hands
Raised it up and finally see
It's already moldy

What cannot be in the light?

Not darkness
But the blur where they meet

Like the blur
Between the sky and the sea
Like the blur
Between belief and doubt

Like the blur of human nature

A child asked
What is honesty
-- Is it what's said yesterday
Or what's felt today?

So his mother strangled him to death
This is the only thing I've ever heard
That deserves the name 'fairy tale'

In a certain afternoon when the dust has not yet settled
You chose revenge in the silent style
Torturing the raindrops
Until they vomited all their burps
Made when they devoured the dust

Let all the cloudy days overlap
Easily drown you and this moment

Maybe you were just too hungry

But, to be dragged into the resulting suffocation
Is an imperious edict that we cannot resist

I waved my handkerchief
Standing on the top of the mountain and saying goodbye to you
Using a cotton-padded jacket like a silkworm chrysalis
I wiped the snot from my face
Tenderness only remains in memory from now on

Whenever I relapse into narration
You slap me

Strangle you
Strangle your tenderness to death
Just like a great murder

Dying is fine, but not resenting
Remember well
Dying is fine, but not resenting

Don’t bite your little fingernails all day long
Wanting to run around in circles

I know that is a martial art known only to you
But even if you die, it will not be lost

In this dance hall with thighs like forests
What we need to learn is to be calm
Learning to be calm is learning to be mad
Stride over normalcy to madness, then fall back

There is no dusk anymore in this weather

Those who seem to have no worries
Makes me want to run to the airport

Look up and watch the planes passing by one after another
I will come back and tell you how to do this
Unique depression

I have been waiting for you
To find your own God

Even if He'd be so sad
That He'd be painting your moon into a sun

Clouds are on both sides of the wind
Doing a dance I've never seen

The high heels, seeing the ground,
Screams
Soon there will be, on the wet road,
A pair of spread legs

You grabbed the ankle at that time
Poisonous eyes looking back at the swamp
The ferocious reed
Your accomplice

Let that which cannot be translated
Never be translated
Let that which should not be known
Always keep its mystery

Is this the meaning of that look in your eyes at that time?

When the world is too transparent
We will all die without shedding a drop of blood

If I had known this, I would rather turn into glass
Turn into plastic
Turn into woven bag
Turned into a garbage dump
Let you throw away your countless hateful clones

They are really no worse than you

One begot two
Two begot three
Three begot all

From craving arises birth
From birth arises being
From being arises aging and death

I can’t help but sadly sit next to you
I can't help but sadly
Sit next to many!

Until the damn music
Plays again

In the dark wind
Your face is dark and not pretty enough
Trembling
The hesitation from my talent at being picky

Someone has entered this empty desolation
But no one can get here without trying to escape

It's like, I have to break out of the principles you laid down, even if I have to shred up the color of the night in the process
And your principles become all the more
Seductively shy

Shy like a virtue
Backed by contraceptive pills

Riding on the air of sleepwalking
Like a horse luxuriating over cud

Wear pajamas

Walking into the crowd of ghosts
Greetings a half-raised arm
Quietly
Wanting to be fucked

You caress the white thighs north
On a Tōkaidō of lies
Nothing more than inventing a unique insomniac tone
Humming while traveling

Humming about a fight to the death
Humming about confusion and panic
While walking hand in hand
With all your strength pressed into the hilt of your only life
To leave a scratch upon a world
Amnesiac like stainless steel

I have often sung your ruthlessness
I will always encourage your hatred

In the days when we felt ashamed of our incompetence
We remember Hundun, the celestial chaos
Who for the sake of sacrificial boys and girls
Melted away its no-yin-no-yang

their corpses
Deep in the garden radiates a dull swelling and pain
Accompanied by the aroma of hoarse throat
Spreading to the most inconspicuous gaps in the night

The moonlight sings in the trees within the wall
I can't help but birth again the curiosity that has already died ten thousand times
A group of shadows seems to know something that I cannot say
The bright clouds at night -- I suspect they stare

So you started carrying a knife
Wandering in a deserted garden late at night
Till dawn, unable to recall the person you meant to kill

How exactly must I comfort you
In order to stem the thick blood of the rising sun?
We are no longer the same person we were last night
Can we still look at each other with tears?

The road passed
Is no longer in front

But what can I do to resist?
What can I resist to get to
An instance of forgetfulness?

Can't help but say it
Stumbling and revealing my faults
Papers stumbling, papers I lost
When I was walking in worriedly

Everything that was spilled was missing a lid.
How can it be used as a collar if it is too soft?
The mints are numbing my neck
I'm glad that I never completely believed in a liar until the end

He can turn a corner and become more upright than me

Use my integrity
To kick ourselves on the way down

Those pure and beautiful
They all started to turn their backs to me
Blame the world for its complexity
Fantasize an escape with a thousand dramatic twists

Since you can't do it
How can you count on me

I'm looking at you
Gradually forgetting what you
Were waiting for for a long time

What's left can't wait to be confirmed

Maybe it’s because I have no strength left to drink
This little blood at the bottom of the cup
I can only do two things
But two is already too many

Watching excited people trying to smooth things over unscrupulously
I suspect that
I have long been good-riddanced

It was once impossible not to recall
Your face when you recall
Your happiness all sprouted from the dysmenorrhea when I split up

And this great evil bursts your veins with laughter
I felt that it was time to end this whole day’s journey with some rest.
You gradually succumb to your heart while losing control

Words that others would use
Volatilize so clumsily in my hands
So-called invincibility, so full of itself
Falls from the tip of the ladder

Looking back at the lighthouse in the sea
You force yourself to be under the clouds
Not knowing how to break out

What the fuck
Forgive me

A thread that was squeezed to the point of breaking begged me to stop
But the door, who carefully covered its tracks, pinched my fingers again

The yellow oriole could no longer
Complete a song
So with a wicker branch whose leaves were stripped bare
I slashed it

With a mouth full of bird feathers, you look up at the pingfeng in the corner of the room
Because new desires are born
You forget the disgusted ennui of secretions

But no cup
Is the tea on the table
No cup
Contains the poison I eagerly wish for
There is no bowl left
That still has room to store my unwiped mouth

Sucking a certain comet in the sky
Another astronomer
Fell with a bang
This time, he fell to learn about geography

You fell down to become air

Anyway, the confused I
Don’t want to find out anymore
The meaning of renunciation

And you are so pathetic that you have to doubt
Encouragement from others
Who could blame them? After all, every face that flatters youth
Is built too carelessly

So it’s off-season again
But there has never been an on-season
You are good at being paralyzed while writing
I am good at dissociating in beauty

Without taking any medicine
We can live in the rain
To keep puffing hot breathes
At each other's smoking skin

Who has been in turmoil
Who becomes ill with longing?
Carry out the hypnosis between each other to the end
Maybe it’s also a meaning of life

Only when the brakes fail
And the last front tooth is knocked out
Only then can you face the crooked truth inside tires
It has long been the case that the arms are not the things that are twisted

I searched for the musicality ten thousand times
Collect blood along the needle
You are complaining to the doctor
Avoiding IV drip

Carrying the fear of growing old
The beauty of youth
Good and evil end up in the hospital bed together
Only so that a few more people would come to see you
Life is too short
One day is too long
You are so afraid of death that you will try anything
So smart that you only talk of paradoxes from now on
So bored that you get drunk on ironies
Only by living a whole life not belonging to you
Would you earn the right to nag like an old hag
What was the forgotten date on which you
Offended yourself
This winter wind hurts your hands
Obliquely understand the left side and ignore the right side
Angrily asking this vinyl record why
It can't move you into the grooves
The sun melts the first snow on the mountain top
The tiny drops of warmth
Quickly dispels along with the color on the lips
​Eventually became
The cruel background colors that
Can be escaped only in memories
It’s just that everything is not real
The real thing is in the heart
The irreversible decay
It tells you that you were born in
A narrow place that cannot be widened
You were born under
A wrong choice
You decide to never return
To where everyone hates you
Pierced by pointed mountain peaks
Clouds stream blood