bathroom. He sat alone, without closing the door, and printed a circle on the palm of his hand with a toilet paper tube. Like him, I kept asking myself when this circle would disappear? ...
inside: The toilet rolls in the bathroom are neatly stacked to cover half of the wall, and the piles of books in the room take up almost all the space. It seems that the smell of light cannot be smelled here, the picture is gloomy and heavy, there is no night and day, no world and self, an old-fashioned telephone is the only technological product. The imprint is still there, and the circle in the palm of the hand has not disappeared. It is just leaning against the "wall" formed by stacking the same pizza boxes. The outside is one world, and the inside is not another.
Outside: Streets, neighborhoods, boxy roads, gleaming spots, the sun is so strong that I can't keep my eyes open.
From outside to inside is a door
, from inside to outside, pizza delivery and garter
, between Alice and Hanaya Kosaburo
I am very low self-esteem, I am timid, I don't know what I want to do when I shrink in front of the computer, QQ added One group after another, the so-called friends exceed three digits. I want to be in touch with the world, and I want to be in touch with some girls. I'm just thinking about it here, I'm shrinking here. I play guitar, I watch movies, I do what I want to do. My life is a mechanized life because I mechanize my life myself. I hate car exhaust going through my brain, I hate being distorted by this city, sunlight is compressed sunlight, I hate myself. I have my parents who give me money, give me a lot of money, and an auntie who is a part-time worker who comes to clean every week. I am inferior, I am timid, I shrink here.
An umbilical cord was cut, I was thrown into the world, I was separated from my mother, and I started to be independent in this world, but it was not really independent, so I started to build my own worldview, but it was not really a worldview . I was dictated by the regularity of life, and the moaning of cars and cars swooping by engulfed me in the city. The ghost knows how flowers bloom, how flowers fall, and how I waste my time. The umbilical cord never disappeared, but formed a circle and imprinted on the palm of my hand. I never want to jump out, I enjoy the hallucinations in the circle, I eat, drink and go to the toilet.
People from the outside always say that we are beaten XX. If jealousy can be used to measure, it is how much we lose rather than what you gain from it.
I came into this world, I don't want to talk to people, I don't want to deal with people, I don't want to eat expired cans, I don't want to use soap that other people have used, I don't want to sleep in other people's beds, I don't want to I would like to read poems written by others, I don’t want to drink other people’s saliva, I don’t want to steal someone’s past, I don’t want to add more sugar to the soup, I don’t want to put a vest under my coat, I don’t want to see my girlfriend I don't want to see someone peek at my log, I don't want to say the same thing as you, I don't want to wear a school uniform on the street, I don't want others to see my head full of oil, I I don't want people to see that I only have a few bucks left in my wallet, I just want to have sex with a girl I just passed by.
I sat in the glass door, through the thick, teddy dog crouched across from me.
That's right, this is the girl I want to go to, she wears stockings, black Converse, straight hair is draped on the guitar bag behind her, and I just looked at her for a few seconds when I turned the corner to buy a Coke, I thought she was interested in me , although I don't know what it means, but everyone said that I learned it. In fact, my grades were terrible, but I don't know why I learned this very quickly. When I go out with my buddies, I have to learn a few jargon, otherwise I will be ashamed.
The girl opened the door, I looked up at her, and then lowered my head to wipe the speaker. She looks very attractive. She is probably still a student, and of course I am. I will never look at her and think she is a classmate. , delusions are sometimes misapplied and sometimes not.
She was chatting with the boss, I didn't know what they were saying, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. There were two piano stands, and the lights were the same. I began to imagine that I had put her on the bed, and she was still talking to the boss. Chatting, sometimes pointing to the guitar stand.
Will she be the heroine? Maybe, it depends on the level of hormone secretion when I see her, maybe as soon as she goes out, a boy of the same age as him will come and hug her, of course, even then I still have a chance, because I have a similar physiology to most men. structure, perhaps above average.
I listened to the sound of her heel rubbing against the carpet, and my heart beat a little faster every time she walked. I'm not a junior high school student, what the hell? ! At that time, just touching the girl's hand at the same table was hard, like a brick. She pushed open the door and walked out. After a few steps, no boy came over, okay, okay.
I pushed open the glass door and walked up,
ah, hello
. . what's up?
It's nothing, is there any smoke when I come out to breathe
?
There are only four pieces, if you don't mind
it's okay, fire
it
. . . . .
I was sitting with her on the railing on the street, the sound of the cars seemed to have become smaller, and her face on the left side of me also seemed to have become smaller, the traffic lights, the red and yellow street lights mixed on her face, she could feel her ass The vibrations from the car were rubbing against my butt, and I looked at her face, and the urge to fuck her grew more and more.
Do you like Shanghai?
No feeling
why? It
will be the same wherever you live
. . . .
I was lying on the spring bed, it was still smelly, she was sitting on top of me and kept moving up and down, is it that nowadays people love posture, or even have sex to catch up with the trend, of course I don't care so much Yes, fighting hard. I reached out and stroked her back and hugged it, she obediently leaned against my chest, stroking her back lightly, her back was unexpectedly rough, and I could touch every grain of it. I wanted to press in a circle, I hugged tighter and tighter, there was no sound, the inertia of my hands crossed and my shoulders dislocated, just a fart, nothing. Because I often lie in bed alone, fantasizing and doing movements that satisfy me.
. . .
She was standing at the door, wearing a motorcycle helmet with a pizza takeout and garter belt. I was just as insecure as she was in a steel helmet, living a life of commuting...
inside or outside: mechanized pushing doors, smelling rotting nerves. The garter lifts up a face with some nerves, the sunlight penetrates these nerves but not through her, the rotten nerves pass through her. The nerves were what she wanted, a web of rotting nerves woven like a turtle's shell. In this distorted circle, nerves and light are folded and folded, books are shaken, phones are shaken, a robot suddenly collapses in front of decay. Robots have many buttons, love, hate, fear...and power on.
Outside or inside: just opened.
There are two states that are turned on, one goes in and can't come out, and the other goes out and pulls out.
To come out is not to come out but to go in, to go in is not to come out but to dissolve.
Everyone loves sports in and out.
I'm just a rubbish. Every day I skip classes and sleep in the dormitory. When I skip classes, I skip classes. My face is arsenic-soaked Bai Shasha, half rotting and half melting. The Ministry of Science and Technology began to incorporate simplicity and speed and chip technology into urbanization. I ran out of money on my mobile phone card, so I decided to go home to sleep and exempt the dreaming course? Oh? what! distortion? vulgar! The newspapers were delivered by robots, which were programmed to complete tasks with precision. My brain was short-circuited, and I was brain-damaged by people's lives. There are as many mes as you see, as many mes as you see, as many as I go in and out, the end of the world, I'm out, it's quiet, I'm in again, and then it's the end of the world, and then I can't get out .
But the fact is, I have to understand the theory and principles, I also have to understand the formal things, I have to have logic, I have to build ethics, I have to make things for people to see, and a "person" said to me: "You At least it has to be a little bit aesthetic and meaningful, okay? Are you bored?" No! I am! I don't care, I don't care about anything, I have no nerves and no brain. Literary youth, decadent youth, youth. I want to shrink in a shell that is also part of a larger shell, a small part, and I thought I would be free.
It doesn't matter to escape, it doesn't matter to
masturbation , it does n't matter to
decadence , it doesn't matter to the
shell , it doesn't matter to
trembling , it
does n't matter wolf
At least the kids inside don't repress themselves when they want to have sex
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