Artist - 220630

I took the rusted wrench and tapped his head one by one. Thick brains and crimson blood spattered on the road that had just rained and on the black suit jacket that I just bought.

I can't stop. Just kept knocking.

Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch! Touch!"

His entire face was sunken, and one of the eyeballs had been smashed when he didn't know how many times just now, and the other one rolled to the ground; the bones at the bottom of the bridge of the nose should be the first to break, obviously you can feel it. To the sense of accomplishment that is like hitting a stone, a little, a little, a little bit. The teeth are the most comforting, they are counted one by one, and the mouth is like a bowl for grinding powder, in which the whole tongue and teeth are crushed and mixed together.

I don't know how long it's been, you know, focusing on getting something done doesn't notice the time. I looked at the newly completed work with satisfaction, the crescent-like head shape, the whole body intact and neatly dressed. It is like an elegant and generous red wine glass, containing "nothingness" and nothing. Empty is at his best.

"You won't feel the pain this way," I said with a smile, straightening his cuffs. Where should I put him in the showroom? While thinking about it, I carefully picked up the new work and walked towards home. In the past few days, it has been a special report of heavy rain, which saves a lot of time to clean up! As soon as I thought about it, the rain was falling tick by tick. I speeded up the pace of going home, but I couldn't be in a hurry. I had to maintain calm and grace. This is how I respect the work. When I got to a corner, I couldn't help but stop and look at the reflector at the intersection. I was wearing black clothes and black trousers, a slightly messy Japanese-style centerpiece, a round frame with gold threads, and a cracked smile on my face. . Wait a moment.

My glasses are a bit foggy, and I lean in to see better. I kept moving forward until the reflector was about to be attached, and I stared at the person in front of me, feeling a little lost. blurted out:

"Who are you?"

Patting and rubbing, noise-like interference flashed in my head for a moment, like black and white particles when the old TV had no signal, but my brain was colored.

A little dizzy, he was still laughing. I asked again:

"Who are you?"

He slowly put down the corpse held by the princess in his hand, inserted his left index finger and middle finger into his neck, then slid out along the last remaining rim of the cup, smeared his eyes with the sticky blood, and finally smiled. Pull out the smile that cracks to the side of the ear.

"I'm you." He smiled.