New Born

Link it to the world
Link it to yourself
Stretch it like a birth squeeze
The love for what you hide
The bitterness inside
Is growing like the new born
When you've seen, seen
Too much, too young, young
Soulless is everywhere

Hopeless time to roam
The distance to your home
Fades away to nowhere
How much are you worth
You can't come down to earth
You're swelling up, you're unstoppable

5.12

Cannes to Nice

Mister Cellophane

If someone stood up in a crowd
And raised his voice up way out loud
And waved his arm
And shook his leg
You'd notice him

If someone in a movie show
Yelled "fired in the second row,
This whole place is a powder keg!"
You'd notice him

And even without clucking like a hen
Everyone gets noticed, now and then,
Unless, of course, that personage should be
Invisible, inconsequential me!

Cellophane
Mister cellophane
Should have been my name !!!!
Mister cellophane
'cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there!

I tell ya
Cellophane
Mister cellophane
Should have been my name
Mister cellophane
'cause you can look right through me walk right by me
And never know I'm there. . .

Suppose you was a little cat
Residin' in a person's flat
Who fed you fish and scratched your ears?
You'd notice him

Suppose you was a woman wed
And sleepin' in a double bed beside one man for seven years
You'd notice him

A human being's made of more than air
With all that bulk, you're bound to see him there

Unless that human bein' next to you
Is unimpressive, undistinguished
You know who. . .

Should have been my name
Mister cellophane
'cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there
I tell ya
Cellophane
Mister cellophane
Should have been my name
Mister cellophane
'cause you can look right through me
Walk right by me
And never know I'm there
Never even know I'm there

不要

　 不要沉默 不要说话
　　不要迷惑你自己
　　点一根烟 随意跳舞吧
　　前进要慢 后退要慢
　　旋转之时也要慢
　　搂住影子就有舞伴
　　——《随意跳舞吧》

Many

Many things have disappeared here. Now it turn out to be a diary of my own, while still having another to go. It was on me, anyway, like every other time. Being so rude, so selfish, and super stupid, I never know how I could probably cherish those god-made moments for me.

Complaints, complaints lead to pandemonium, result in disagreement, and end up with self-discipline. With all that I keep in mind, never ever would I set free my damn little soul. Loneliness, together with those ruthless torture, comes at the same time and the same part of my dream. How I wish I could talk, I would be capable of sharing what I see at night and what I'm taking care of in the splendid path which leads to nowhere.

It was a dark passage that led to nowhere, then to nowhere, then again to nowhere, once again to nowhere, always and forever to nowhere, heavy on the elbows in the earth to nowhere, dark, never any end to nowhere, hung on all time always to unknowing nowhere, this time and again for always to nowhere, now not to be borne once again always and to nowhere, now beyond all bearing up, up ,up and into nowhere.

那个

那个时候真的是

脑袋坏掉

居然吐槽到

悲壮的境界

假设112从南到北

载着一些光线

遮蔽的不是收敛的红颜

当初春到来的时候

换上橙色的麦香

在水边的小土丘上

风,你懂的一切,

穿过虚拟的文质彬彬

化作盐.

pandemic

pandemonium

矛盾 斷斷續續徐徐續續

假如都是10年前的星空

放不下的手

做多余的簡單停留

雨果 塞納河

切片進到燃燒的大腿里

雨

雨

雨

pandemonium

傻逼

如果不是恍惚時的那個決定

生日

生日

凌晨4點32

巴黎巴黎

哦哦哦 請你忘掉

那次酒醉

先洗干凈

粉嫩的煙頭

again and again

calimocho

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