My soul wanders in this narrow gap, obscure and suffering.
A little singer who was crushed by his own cowardice underwent an unusual change after picking up a little wolfdog.
[Does this world still have meaning? ]
[You have to find this meaning even if there is no meaning, if you want to live. ]
I looked at him, he looked at me, he looked at the man, and the man looked at himself; then he turned to look at the body.
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This article pays tribute to "Death is Born Under the Buttocks" by Gangster Six.
In fact, I didn't finish it, and I couldn't bear to finish it in one sitting. But the thing about good writing is that at first glance I knew it would appeal to me. So this article is a type of tribute that I write while reading.
I have been away from online writing for many years, but the resonance makes me unable to give up the persistence in my heart.
The only way to get close to Dada is to become Dada yourself. I will work hard for this.
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Note
This article is generally quite complicated, so I tried to change the way I write it, but I still give some tips.
1) There are three characters in it that belong to one person.
2) If there is a visual switch at the beginning of each chapter, there will be relevant symbols: * #
3) The conversion between the first perspective and the third perspective is related to time
This is the most complicated logic I have ever thought of. I may not write well, and I may not continue to write anything else (because I find writing very painful, about giving up and picking up), but this article will definitely be finished in my life (if it takes n years, it is either a personal accident or the plot needs to be reorganized)
This is actually because this article was born during my darkest period. Of course, I hope this "darkest" period can last forever. I really don't want to experience it again. As of my darkest time, I could only write a few essays and poems, and could only quietly listen to my favorite classical music. All motivation had been lost. So this article means a lot to me, and the idea of finishing it is like finishing that past.
Painter Peyton (free and uninhibited, manic, but longing for a home) x singer Joyce (dual personality, seemingly weak but actually tolerant, pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger) attack each other