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My girlfriend Tang Palace


My dear, you are always accustomed to such deep holes in the trees facing the quiet words, I have this obsession to haunt you day after day, there is no opponent to play this game.
and taught me to play this game you are lonely, and eventually turned backwards in time chosen to forget. I think that when one day, I finally can no longer self-willed, they would learn to like you turned around and let the tears dry wind will learn to like you Wushang eyes, this way the displacement, the static quiet burial.
- 2008 年 5 8 May (Rongrong)
winter.
this winter, surprisingly cold, due to the absence of the soul. I can touch the warm, are deadlocked in the sub-zero, my temperature is low, I feel cold.
quiet, wake up it's snake bite from the blood vessels to open mottled dark mark, the Wu Qing Luo context of infinite length, the road stretches into a disaster. A winter invasion of bone, you looked on the thing to listen to the tide and the tears before the intersection sparse sound, intermittent ambiguous, as this section with your own unfinished dialogue. This is a ghost town, people have gone, no one to play masterpiece with Allure, tell your fingertips lost the outline of the story. This is a permanent long and desolate river, sun and moon are entirely different, dark and bright Gean sea, within which you fall, has been trying to swim across. Salvation in the other side and he on the other side, I know you still can not the hand.
come to the road, unknown way, ruins the indulgence of the nomadic side, you hold the two calls alone in the corner curled up with their own on the balance. Roar ,**** soul sobbing stopped at your shoulders, your mind around it in the ears and remembered the curse, it has been trying to pull you into the sea, it can not be predicted and the cross bar of the reef.
dear, I heard some of the pure cry, and you are also free the true voice of their own hearts? Want to take off late at night travel habits. Knowing is not feasible, is still weak attempt, over and over again, forgetting the body as some kind of forced breath, the Executive Au, in vain, the cycle can not Xiezhi. The last mentioned was used to clear and sharp, stick to the cells and then addictive.
linked to the Internet, in fact, nothing to do, a lot of time driving a familiar page, firefly pale blue light will have to face three-dimensional mapping of strange, I know, and not from uptake of warm, perhaps only the faint promise light company. Earthly happiness of the people are asleep, early morning midnight connection time and space, have not been to meddle in a large section of the blank, even the air like this hour nap with, return to the original angular convergence of all things, heaven and earth is a mammoth occupation of the static .
point to open a blank document, it is always restless, and I do not have speech and limb Duishi. Began writing a new novel, deep inside in a pure white before they wake up, trouble, activity, cry, laugh, compassion, joy, and only the fingertips know.
writing can not, it will dive between the lines of the body of others, review or recommend the proposed changes and then, or shameless little direct rejection, but more often I'll write some words and warm wishes to encourage the sentences of those lovely. Each has a motive behind the creation of the original background, I do not mind one more page to read the story of tasteless, but fear of damage to the patch may be only the divine creator and understand the background. Click continued
folder, open an unfinished half-white pages, links to previous thinking. I like to write: a large section of the former, after a short in the middle separated by a large blank. The beginning and end are often freeze, the plot is always outstanding. This paranoid personality tend to write old-fashioned, accustomed to being locked themselves in the box firmly established. I admit it.
separated some time,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], thinking that some faults, repair of total change that can not continue to modify before writing ideas. Time is a strange vessel, sometimes you look back you put in there over the objects contained will be no reason to frown and issued mocking smile, I often do things like self-mockery. Shelved at the time, too much unfinished, one pressure in the heart, waiting for my follow or give up, or just waiting to be mocked.
already forgotten the last time to sign off the final wording of the two lines now extend the language of a large batch in the mid-point of the column heading text to open a sensory counterpart, the nests into the decadent body bow, holding a cup of hot honey lemon water, quietly watching the slightest touch wistfully, then a message to the author, and then beat back a few lines of the document. Repeat impermanence.
face expressionless, eyes free, thought they do not have leisure moment, all the shock jump and moved only in the heart. Do all this, can not resist the desolate night, I know. Shining tip it is still as lonely,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], directed pipes.
I can not compete with them. Indulge them, as death will be tenacious, a second struggle, again and again hopeless. Night as the demon. Violent rustling sound of water pouring, white woman's body before the mirror, like a steaming rain forest plants from the long, lonely Lie Enron, charming and sweet only open to the night. Dense fog temperature cage a footer bright light, like a clear drop of the curve along the stone all the way enchanting, touching the palm in the open into a masterpiece of flowers Que. Water obedient climbed her in the trembling, close your eyes, they think of a boy's kiss, fine wet hair, and skin scratching.
her indulging in the dark, groaning slightly. Suddenly someone softly call, mark. She woke up,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], yes, from the. Ga only the voices, seems relaxed sigh. She looked at the clock on the bathroom wall has been silent for half an hour to go to her. She stood in the hot shower for half an hour underwater.
last time is four fifteen minutes, when she woke up to see the left, in the hospital emergency room. She sighs for no reason, take off the shower bath, exhaust fan, circulation of winds came, and she trembled with cold put on a bathrobe. Alternating cold and warm briefly, as a sudden release and pull tight embrace.
that moment, she thought of your face, knocked her lightning. Crouches to her upon her bathrobe, and finally cried.
series of interviews with a number of ranked list of the line of hot, sought after, without exception, involved in these works to the dynasty, so prepare enough homework before the interview, read a lot of the palace and the Emperor unofficial information. The deterioration in the later fall in love with that secret account in ancient times and the palace, not Xiezhi to cherish the people and things that the old, extremely gorgeous also extremely bleak. The occurrence of the story is always ambiguous did not elaborate, dark days seem to always Yinhui, the time is always in the evening after the protagonist invariably beautiful woman for the masterpiece, holding faith and stubborn as the implementation of Au, or the sad sorrows and joys, are at hidden in the sleeves, tiny fingers secretly pinch force and heavy life one card, hope the arrival of a bright yellow figure. Air circulation with long secretive atmosphere of despair and desolation, as in waiting to fail to uphold the plant. As the years the story has been copied too much and does not seem fresh, even that touch of bright yellow last no longer be fixed. Discard the beach at low tide after waves, leaving only a shallow shell to pay tribute to the wave of crushing to have traces of those amazing like never happened. Women played the same old story day after day and remembered to be delineated lines, Tianyi dark lanterns will be playing the waiting, then waiting for client misconduct, a man ran on him. Jump for joy or disappointment, the last in time, old, cut in pieces in each new year, and even the memories are not vivid.
I'm sad for them, but also for their own sorrow. Such a person like this desolate, then wait to forget, how will the loneliness and never ran.
bite Rugu Sui, life and washable. Pain, but refused to stop. Like love. She opened her eyes, and shut, opened and then closed, the rhythm along with the hands of the floor lamp switch, Ming, off, out, out. Compound was finally stabbed a pupil wishful tears, she met as a child, Quanqi little body slide back into bed. So sweet and gentle place, she smell the unique scent of girls who, in between the body and the bedding dry impatient to densely intertwined, and foam from the duvet in a strange warm smoked incense. She drew warm cool earth exploration ask that greed warm shoulder, a sudden touch. Leaned, the fishy smell of tear line.
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wheezing sound, like the rolling tide you throat sound, distribute your body warm sound. Mellow dense. Huge boiling noise, she touched my blood cold fishy strong, there is no temperature. It's just a long-dead flowers. She took a deep breath, all of your overwhelming surge etched into the blood, then, she could only remember your vivid, can not love others.
she remember your eyes, bright and clear as a sky Lost star, she can see you a long, curling eyelashes, an ambiguous light bedside lamp under the slightly narrowed, there is no rhythmic breathing, long and slow. Gradually led her, thick overlapping, long and slow. She held out her right hand, holding her glass lodge to adsorption, angular finger across your lips, eyes confused and lost, innocent messy.


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