The human soul is about to fall off a cliff.
We call out to the lonely, the crazy, the suffering, the thinking.
We are devastated. What should we do?
I'm not a human being! ! !
"Brave New World", "1984", "Weeds", "Poems of Haizi", "Thus Spoke Zarathustra" and "Intestines".
"The Beautiful City", "The Shawshank Redemption", "American Beauty", "I'm Not There" and "Burning".
"Boring", "2+2=5", "Brave Man", "Under the Sea" and "Open to Tumi".
You, wise man, this place is not worthy of your stay or your care. Turn back!
There should not be only the bubble of entertainment to death, we need pain and loneliness.
Hope is a prostitute. Happiness is ruins.
Like a beggar, struggling to survive.
It's like burning real poems, but also writing real poems.
Please tear the song to pieces, tear this crumbling hill of prostrate hymns.
The complacency here feeds on corpses.
The liver rots into the mire and can explode with just a spark of fire.
Kill death.
The winter water is used as fireworks, the cancer is used as fireworks, and the streaks are used as golden blood, which pours into the scorching tidal stream.
What a sad tree.
Please don't, don't despise the song of your soul! Don't want!
Intention: What bothers you here will always bother you.