Approximately at 5:00pm the temperature decreases down sharply these days, so before I went out, I’ve decided to go back little bit earlier than the time when the cool air came. But in this case,I was still in this garage restaurant, staring at the stripes on the chair and did nothing.

bread and circus

it seemed dull that i wanna cut all this social connection, i dont know why i always so polite to those people that judge me superficially, it’s totally a mercy.Beside, communicating with them earns me nothing

The Hatred of Poetry. At that time, I thought that only hatred could reach the real poetry. Poetry can only gain a strong meaning in the violence of resistance.

why was there a ridiculous silence occupying my room this morning?Wicked light sopts above my head stabbed my eyeballs.What’s wrong with me???Or what’s wrong with this space？Something must have changed—i could definitely claim that the material construction seemed lighter than ever before

another sunrise another sunset

baby baby take a seat
papa’s hands bring you heat

an avalanche of decaying meat generated in the air and wrapped me tightly,i taste two categories of it: one is the corrosive nature of aggression, the other is maternal instinct.

”Soothe me, my Madonna,the flies are eating my flesh but I don't mind.”

do nothing but waste time until u perish

Currently im reading The Shawshank Redemption,i put it on my bedside with pages opened.The writer’s style is too arid or verbose for my personal taste,but its a good bedtime read nonetheless