The Infinite

This is a long poem dedicated to humanity.

This is a sprawling dictionary of dreams.

This is a glass of wine;

This is a flower created by someone going mad, a marvel, a cloud-shaped loaf of bread made from a brain left to ferment.

Stream of consciousness + little plot + ensemble cast = runny bread ≈ cream of mushroom soup

Don’t ask. I’m drunk!

You’re all getting drunk with me!

The whole world is beautiful!

This is Gaiya’s personal “encyclopedia.”

The story is called Kill the Streamer.

A tower, a dream, a den of evil, a piece of cake.

Countless wronged souls and young dreams laid to rest. Lives like flowers are sucked dry and wither, severing themselves from the branch.

Beneath the verdant canopy, poisonous miasma blankets everything.

We lie in wait, oppressed, in tears, suffering injustice. We endure, all to expose the conspiracy, burn down this spider’s lair, dispel the poisonous miasma, and restore clear skies and clean earth to every inch of land beneath our feet.

He, he, she, and he… with the power of devotion, honor, and goodness, they connect the dots into a whole, letting the light shine on every blade of grass and every inch of earth in the cave.

The inconspicuous ants struggle and climb through this lightless hell, just to survive.

Living is so hard, but push just a little | harder. We’re almost at the light! Push a little | harder!!

There are angels, childhood friends, brothers, betrayal, and… justice that comes too late.

The stories hidden behind each of them.

And what drips beside you: honey or poison?

He is beautiful, but behind every inch of his eyes, face, and tongue lurk saw teeth. Be careful. A peacock’s eyes are experts at beguiling people.

Whatever you do, don’t fall into his love trap.

Rabbit, run! Hold on to your convictions, stay clearheaded, and fight your way out of this hell!

Don’t succumb!!!

(Yunnan mushroom hotpot school of thought: Nonsense Porridge)

Anyway, welcome to pick some shabby philosophy.

(Things to watch out for: boundless, like a title-less poem; wandering prose; goldfish blowing bubbles; the romance isn’t obvious; the plot moves extremely slowly!)

One Hundred Poems of Shoddy Words.

Theme: When you are trapped in the deepest darkness, remember that your heart is your only salvation.