A collection of crumpled stories about a mute and a little sun————
I don't want to kiss you and I won't allow anyone to kiss you.
Won't hold hands, won't let go.
Bones are connected to bones, skin and flesh are sticking to skin and flesh, stirring and blending, the broken bone residue is mixed with the softest and most fragile flesh and blood, turning into dense barbs.
Knock on the bones and suck out the marrow of the ribs, polish the gaps, and dredge the sticky blood and fat.
I make you and you eat me.
Till death, never die.
Intention: A rigid language system categorizes the living emotional violence of human beings and shamelessly declares orthodoxy.