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See you when the moon rises.

Not cool 00 | ㄒㄧㄝˇ, had to flow out

It was night, in the imaginary womb, in the tidal beat of the moon, she chiseled in the diary: "I want to start from my own physical experience, to write a paragraph from the chaos, to the beginning of walking with all fours in the dark, until now , the counselor as the provider of candlelight. Writing, in the slow chiseling process, trying to record my unhappy and unhappy strokes in the damp, moss-covered and dignified moisture of prehistoric times ”

I don't know since when, writing has become a kind of fool- proofing - a default mechanism to avoid making yourself "more bad"; like the adventitious bud buried deep in the bark, unbecomingly , since From the oil fiber where the price tag was cut, it was wet and dripping with the mother's ㄒㄧㄝˇ.

ㄒㄧㄝˇ is the ㄒㄧㄝˇ of ㄕㄨ¯ㄒㄧㄝˇ, which is the stream that is about to swell in the vascular bundle when the plant produces secretions. , it had to flow out.

The "must" environmental components include humidity and night.

The overcrowded water molecules in the air are like the forced molting carried out by humans in order to increase the egg laying rate of hens. The broken feathers fall off too quickly under high pressure and gather into a circle ; and when night falls, the guard cells are no longer guarded, the only one. The exit was closed, and she knew she was going to die if she didn't want to do anything, but she couldn't close it without the gate. The water that seeped in from the roots came up together with the salty minerals.

Be careful.

Those substances synthesized under the bright sun are also mixed in, boiling, too dazzling to be seen clearly for the time being, but in the tidal beating of the lunar pull, perhaps in the dark hours, the waves will regurgitate again and again, washing away their weakness. The outline of , and the "unknown" object that remained in the tunnel, which was insoluble in water, and solidified from viscous to hard lumps after cooling.

It was night, in the imaginary womb, in the slapping tides pulled by the moon, she chiseled in the diary:

winter night 2022
 I want to start from my own physical experience, to write a paragraph from the chaos, to the beginning of walking with all fours in the dark, until now, the counselor is the provider of candlelight. Writing, in the slow chiseling process, tried to record my unhappiness and unhappiness in strokes in the damp, moss-covered and dignified humidity of prehistoric times.

There were traces of revisions on the diary. She painted out the last two full words and changed "full and dissatisfied" to "unhappy and unhappy".

So full of joy.

She doesn't want to sit obediently with the "can only" positive words, they are like a model mother who practice "love is patient", always interrupting you, like interrupting your only remaining struggling legs.

Shuang word, even if an X, it has a total of four.

Fourth, the homophony is dead.

After we have matured and withered, and the game of circles and forks is no longer enough to satisfy you and me, XX, especially the red XX, seeps with the corpse water of "errors" and "elimination", stranded in the head, very smelly. But she covered her nose and endured.

As a verb, the word shuang does have the meanings of "violation" and "mistake".

I am afraid that if Shuangzi turns into a person who has been "wronged" at this moment, he will not be able to distinguish the difference between self-criticism and self-criticism, and this boundary that is too easy to cross is very dangerous and is "crossing".

The crossing is Hu Qian, the author of " Lamo in the Distance ". Before he was about to wither, he said:

 In the past six months, after a period of rest, I will try different transitions again, destroying a certain relationship and entering the border of collapse. Alcohol is a good thing, but it's not good when it's poured directly into the brain. The little stories of love between men and women are boring, they are in a safe area in any dimension. Another creation is fraught with danger.

Will this be dangerous?

She closed her eyes, held her breath, counted from one to thirty, and began to feel her breath.

Phew - warmth descends in people.

Inhale - the cold takes off in the nasal cavity.

"It's cool, write if you want, don't if you don't want to." Naked's voice was like sitting in the cabin of an airplane. When taking off, there was a huge roar from the engine, but because of the circular porthole, it was like being covered by layers The membrane wraps around and vibrates along a distorted but stable wavelength.

It's cool, this is a sentence that nude children most often talk about. Very rebellious, very consistent with the image of the naked child. The condition of rebellion is constructed when you insist on doing a certain behavior, and this behavior is defined by others as something that must be marked with XX.

By the way, this is the story of a naked tree and a person.

Gymnoko, as a plant, is often hermaphroditic. In order to facilitate human understanding and introduction, in the following story, gymnoko decides to use "she/you", because unfortunately, in Chinese, there is no adequate term for a plant. noun.

"Do you remember?" Suddenly the naked child of the cue looked at me.

"When I was a fourth grader, the female teacher who took us to the library during the lunch break and taught us how to use sanitary pads."

"Remember, horse, it's as if menstruation is a shame." I breathed invisible smoke into the air.

"She was the first to tell me, you, the girl next to you, if you dare to say 'I'm cool', you'll be marked with XX. Four XX's are not enough." Naked Use your fingers to match four, and stroke horizontally across your neck, like a shooting star across the night.

"That's cool!" Before Nueko's head was about to automatically output this sentence, I pressed send for her.

She smiled, like in a cloudless winter night, the warm light of the moon mother reflected on her face, and it would shatter when touched.

"You have to remember to tell them..."

I waited for Naked to finish, I had to wait.

"Don't be so serious, you. I mean, you have to remember to tell them that the four X's can't be viewed separately, and they have to be stacked on top of each other, like a line. Isn't there a seam in the middle of the line? Light can be seen from Come in there."

At this moment, the light, also from the naked child's words, shone into me.

I am reminded of Leonard Cohen's Anthem :

 There is a crack, a crack in everything.
That's how the light gets in.
There are cracks in everything, and that's where the light comes in.

ㄒㄧㄝˇ, had to flow out.

ㄒㄧㄝˇ, to flow out.

Flowing out - her unhappy and unhappy.

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