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January 13, 2026 at 1:03 AM
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jesus fuck. I would rather die than stay by ur side
January 11, 2026 at 9:14 PM
jesus fuck. I would rather die than stay by ur side
just go!!!!!! I will never take you back.
January 11, 2026 at 4:55 AM
just go!!!!!! I will never take you back.
You are a killer. You must go to jail.
January 10, 2026 at 10:06 PM
You are a killer. You must go to jail.
我他妈遇人不淑 从一个坑跳到另一个坑 我他妈吃一堑长一智
January 10, 2026 at 2:29 PM
我他妈遇人不淑 从一个坑跳到另一个坑 我他妈吃一堑长一智
老三八 虽然但是 我还是希望你早点去死。
January 7, 2026 at 7:35 PM
老三八 虽然但是 我还是希望你早点去死。
一个平庸之人跳出来指手画脚 笑死了
January 5, 2026 at 1:04 PM
一个平庸之人跳出来指手画脚 笑死了
搞不懂 《长日将尽》这种作品有啥可写的
December 27, 2025 at 10:29 PM
搞不懂 《长日将尽》这种作品有啥可写的
说艺术是表达情绪的 都是二流；艺术只为传达精神。
December 27, 2025 at 8:30 AM
说艺术是表达情绪的 都是二流；艺术只为传达精神。
巴洛克是在巨大的“秩序崩溃恐惧”中，被创造出来的“情绪控制系统”。
December 3, 2025 at 9:14 PM
巴洛克是在巨大的“秩序崩溃恐惧”中，被创造出来的“情绪控制系统”。
保罗奥斯特 更适合拍电影 能拍一流电影。二流小说。
November 18, 2025 at 5:55 PM
保罗奥斯特 更适合拍电影 能拍一流电影。二流小说。
Red Rain
Hidden beneath the maples
lies a country of red.
Threading through,
a river flows like capillaries.
Knock
on the rusted door of the castle,
the password, hidden in the flute of air,
opens it like a key.
Key, Minor C,
counterpoints sealed tight,
forming the strongest fortress.
Hidden beneath the maples
lies a country of red.
Threading through,
a river flows like capillaries.
Knock
on the rusted door of the castle,
the password, hidden in the flute of air,
opens it like a key.
Key, Minor C,
counterpoints sealed tight,
forming the strongest fortress.
November 8, 2025 at 4:39 AM
Red Rain
Hidden beneath the maples
lies a country of red.
Threading through,
a river flows like capillaries.
Knock
on the rusted door of the castle,
the password, hidden in the flute of air,
opens it like a key.
Key, Minor C,
counterpoints sealed tight,
forming the strongest fortress.
Hidden beneath the maples
lies a country of red.
Threading through,
a river flows like capillaries.
Knock
on the rusted door of the castle,
the password, hidden in the flute of air,
opens it like a key.
Key, Minor C,
counterpoints sealed tight,
forming the strongest fortress.
Abrupt End
To birth you,
head down,
wailing,
sliding through
the wet, dark
passage.
So long, so long—
enough to finish
a thousand and one dreams,
no transitions,
no intermission.
Skating,
frame by frame—
swinging,
picking fruit:
grapes,
apples,
cherries,
mushrooms.
To birth you,
head down,
wailing,
sliding through
the wet, dark
passage.
So long, so long—
enough to finish
a thousand and one dreams,
no transitions,
no intermission.
Skating,
frame by frame—
swinging,
picking fruit:
grapes,
apples,
cherries,
mushrooms.
November 2, 2025 at 5:02 PM
Abrupt End
To birth you,
head down,
wailing,
sliding through
the wet, dark
passage.
So long, so long—
enough to finish
a thousand and one dreams,
no transitions,
no intermission.
Skating,
frame by frame—
swinging,
picking fruit:
grapes,
apples,
cherries,
mushrooms.
To birth you,
head down,
wailing,
sliding through
the wet, dark
passage.
So long, so long—
enough to finish
a thousand and one dreams,
no transitions,
no intermission.
Skating,
frame by frame—
swinging,
picking fruit:
grapes,
apples,
cherries,
mushrooms.
Printer
Never written a word,
knitting a net
on a two-dimensional plane,
composing the infinity
of a three-dimensional world.
What’s written by your hand
does not come from your hand.
What’s spoken by your mouth
does not come from your mouth.
Never written a word,
knitting a net
on a two-dimensional plane,
composing the infinity
of a three-dimensional world.
What’s written by your hand
does not come from your hand.
What’s spoken by your mouth
does not come from your mouth.
November 1, 2025 at 11:35 PM
Printer
Never written a word,
knitting a net
on a two-dimensional plane,
composing the infinity
of a three-dimensional world.
What’s written by your hand
does not come from your hand.
What’s spoken by your mouth
does not come from your mouth.
Never written a word,
knitting a net
on a two-dimensional plane,
composing the infinity
of a three-dimensional world.
What’s written by your hand
does not come from your hand.
What’s spoken by your mouth
does not come from your mouth.
Politicians are those who love to fuck in public 😂😂😂
October 31, 2025 at 12:44 AM
Politicians are those who love to fuck in public 😂😂😂
权力欲和性欲没有区别。一群人群p
October 31, 2025 at 12:12 AM
权力欲和性欲没有区别。一群人群p
Blue
A grain of rice in your bowl,
a handful of sand in my palm,
a pinch of salt in boiling water—
the falling blue.
A cloud at the heart of the lake,
a mountain hidden among clouds,
a bird’s nest upon a branch—
the resting blue.
A grain of rice in your bowl,
a handful of sand in my palm,
a pinch of salt in boiling water—
the falling blue.
A cloud at the heart of the lake,
a mountain hidden among clouds,
a bird’s nest upon a branch—
the resting blue.
October 30, 2025 at 11:23 PM
Blue
A grain of rice in your bowl,
a handful of sand in my palm,
a pinch of salt in boiling water—
the falling blue.
A cloud at the heart of the lake,
a mountain hidden among clouds,
a bird’s nest upon a branch—
the resting blue.
A grain of rice in your bowl,
a handful of sand in my palm,
a pinch of salt in boiling water—
the falling blue.
A cloud at the heart of the lake,
a mountain hidden among clouds,
a bird’s nest upon a branch—
the resting blue.