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ninth bar: Wu Baolin (Wu Baolin, male, poet, lives in Wuhan)
words, it does not feel any fear at all, even a little fun watching Ghost mm when the Put out the sound, just like watching cartoons. Do I have lost the grasp of feeling? Thousands of centipede. into thousands of tens of thousands of centipede. centipedes hh martial arts. workers. no avail. loss of working time. armed work. no mercury. Wu Kung bored I play wugong hh phonetic, homophone of the Chinese character to see these side by side, felt a sudden nausea. Modern technology and ancient civilization of some unspeakable make peace, we are the product of between the legs stiff dominated by the temptation. mankind to create a civilization, education, human civilization, in turn, the son stronger than in I, son Just sing the words br> the face of this residue unfinished draft, I am now a look of hesitation, I do not know what to do. get stuck, I think. departure from realism, interspersed with classic ghost stories made the musty past and modern country , has cropped up among Hong Kong and Taiwan Horror movie seen one by one, distant dream. I tried to fabricate a story of these seemingly very vanguard, it is myself and others who entertain the people, entertaining people who entertain, but The ultimate goal is to get whatever kind of mess you want the magazine to publish, for point royalties. from the South after graduating from the university, I have not been working, although the half-way to the interview are also a few units, but that the office performing stage, closed space so not for me. freedom from state repression, I always still searching, perhaps only because has never been, never satisfied. just like all the hoarse shouts, they can not stop the moment the moon appeared In the corner of my window. right crooked neck, and now I can see a yellow moon hung, which stud the sight of steel security mesh partition, but can not stop. That light shines in the blue screens turned black following, as the weather outside the window, playing out of these Jianpanshangqiao hieroglyphs add a little hazy ghostly atmosphere. Hungry Ghost Festival has just passed, it is often said that Halloween has just passed, I think, all this not without warning. now I look at this Huangyue Liang, has been the highest point of a building covered a small part. I wrote the novel, I made up the story, the original is not able to escape the rapidly changing nature. < br> I have to admit, I rely on these ghost stories possessor of me. I will write about almost every few days from different areas of the ghost, such as students ghost, ghost writer, ghost party, eat ghosts, revolution, ghosts, ghost counter , lying ghosts, naughty, devil hh my career is to study the ghost. listen to their cries, and complained that they witnessed the rape captive child, and their indomitable, their gentle enough, and their hidden secret ghost heart fragile rotting flesh. and I eat and drink, but a Lazard animals, a point just learned to play the animal characters. These old words like me to come out of the two hands, two groping in women left their mark on the butt, but also touched the trunk of a tree, a deep sand possible. always pour the river I have only very small hand touched it, when cold fluid, and that a feeling very wonderful, very comfortable, but hh splash fell into the river I went. river swallowed me, including the collapse of the earth beneath my feet. I mouth blowing bubbles, bubble surface on the broken, I put a small fart, a little fart bubble surface, but also broke. I was alone and helpless, feel the world is too soft, soft little body down gradually hh a fisherman with his huge string bag hooded me, and then 180-degree turn directions, and I was like an abandoned fish fish team, or lust, like a naughty little fish food, a long arc in the air of a Caesar, I was kind of fisherman gently thrown into the river bank, like scales on the body fell on the grass. This is the eternal afternoon, the eternal little fart and bubbles. I think the time has been rescued by a fisherman in 1993, and when I just turned 10 years old, Mom is over the Yimeng Mountain oiler lug to a big city to sell oil. I was born in the Yangtze River, the story of childhood raised by grandmother. grandmother story worth glowing hot pot rice. ancient story of the Chinese people are being raised. Each one has a future telling stories of the grandmother. Jiangguigushi grandmother will be more lovely and admirable. not to mention my grandmother also read it a little private school.
wrote here, I discovered that my seven o'clock the sun of socialism, actually rely on those beautiful ghost, mournful howl of the hungry ghosts, over the square of the Beyond The Grave to live, to shine. promising young , Cao. this idea suddenly appallingly, not because of the fear of ghosts, but think this is disrespectful of a great country. Zi bu yu bizarre ah. opium, opium remember, writing a novel is like eating a large smoke, like the ghost of the old dream lover has all the signs of all hh.
ink I eat every day, squeeze milk, of course, the reason of sex, body structure, but the spirit of the milk but also do not squeeze out, which can not be justified. writer's dream, hanging on the wire as long as the wind fluttering blouse, Yingyingchaochao, shaky, and it never seemed to not fall, the two empty plastic clips biting shoulders tightly.
I always feel sorry for the financial crisis and the high rate of national employment statistics, not only unproductive, but also a drag. Every time I see news network reporting the good news of the employment rate is climbing, I ashamed to psyche, for their own incompetence, for their silence, for the damp hut, a leaky toilet, the poor free, and a lonely night in the meaningless. At this time I had drank a cold water, learning Jackson was dead twisted undead butt dance, pacing to the toilet, from the messy stuff that point out the nest, full of shame Biechu a warm bubble urine, curved arc consistent with Newton's laws, but also consistent with dialectical materialism. sometimes what the body will twitch slightly as the night the moon in the sky began to rain, which made me feel satisfied. all can be beautiful Yeah, Well Road, drowning in the feces. this time, no fucking sense of humor also how to live.
I deal with every day reality and illusion, daily measurement of the distance between them. I have this headache, do want to kill. as a useless good citizens, how I even knife will not be playing, let alone guns. as a useful good citizens, I have to keep looking for opportunities to hone their weapons inside the body, their spending does not pay taxes is not the gun, held the bullets used to conquer the night, with tragic exterminate the group of characters looking over sucker. This is what I can do the arena knife guns are gone, leaving only various types of keyboard pops pops, bang bang fight. This War is not no smoke, Do not you see my mouth spit tobacco is circle it? bubbles and circles, a pair of good brothers, mother, all this damn have signs.
that cigarettes should smoked, and then crooked his neck to see out the window, the Huang Yueliang has disappeared from view, like a knock out a few bats flying wildly ecstasy, a Douyi Dou, and if the air in the dark wall of countless potential. They the fly as fuck against the wall. huge colorful billboards flashing light, shot through the night clouds, a waterfall-like layers of golden light pouring down from the roof, like a wicked woman out of deduction from the window Shi Penzai. just the feces is gold. gold feces. the golden age of feces.
throw smoke, I went to the balcony for a while through the air. cool night, the curtains hung across the room lights. a Wizard drilling window, opened the quilt, shouting: .
now browse the computer has been compiled out of the story, more and more interesting, a sudden awareness of sensible unknown number of deep ravines, mountains and valleys. and how our language is weak, compared to nature magic, mankind has never been thoroughly understand himself. novels written in the front part of the me out of the seven traditional Chinese medicine, suffering one day. which drug is blind centipede 3, a total of 21. including 10 grams of silkworm, all insects (scorpions) 6 grams, 30 grams of white moss skin, wind 15 grams, Kudingcha 15 grams, 15 grams of skullcap, 30 grams of soil Ling, Dan 20 grams, 15 grams of Folium, Radix 20 grams, 10 grams of cicada and so on. past have not eaten Chinese medicine, the centipede, the whole insect really scared me. I still have preserved this drug alone to prevent disease recurrence, and when necessary. and the charred body, then does come from a real experience, but not in the train body the bathroom is not one, but few with Shanghai-Nanjing expressway in the body, all ages, it is burned buses were burning the body, one by one burned like coal briquettes given pairs of eyes hopeless mournful light, toxic hot summer road exacerbated by the terrible tragedy like. It is a matter in 1999, has long since been more and more like news to drown out, but so far can also search to several reports .
the beginning of the novel, I wanted to start a women's perspective to the narrative, but says that says put the was sorry. so in the later narrative, I decided to give the protagonist a name as: Wang Hao. This name is also readily seized the. and the tattered wet shared with me that the hut brother, called Wang Hao. But I had too excessive moisture in the room, so he removed the drops of.
As at the beginning of But because I graduated on the eve of a trip to Beijing, a Press interview, the results ended without result. This is fiction, but would like to take the novel to express feelings about life. After the interview I went to the outskirts of Beijing high- Midian, the dog does not shit the little village of residence of migrant people, including one of my friends. This is my first visit to the great capital to found his own Beisuo. stand in Tiananmen Square, felt bored. In addition to watching the happy kids jumping around and feel their happiness, I am empty. along the high red walls move forward, opposite a group of Babes Xipixiaolian, I followed Xipixiaolian, boring is not boring. When I crossed the long tall bridge, overlooking the rolling foot traffic and pedestrian flow, and when I hear my friends talk about the suburbs that stand in the road into a row of teeth arranged in sub-painted lipstick on a chicken, I have to admit, at the moment I like Beijing , and like the focus on the beautiful creature of the capital. This is the happiness of Socialist Youth. ah, I am damn happy. think of all this, there is a burst of tiny body even convulsions. But all and to you? Han pumping pumping .
No, not a social abandoned me, that I abandoned the society. just like the soul of the body will eventually grow tired of ghost eventually came to earth. I like the earth, like the world is full of people, like the world is full of ghosts. I Now living like a wild crane fly from one side of the city the other side, envy me! addition deflated wallet, in addition to my leaky toilet. I readily create some text garbage a day, nausea and death to you. This is part of my happiness. I fed in this age group of devils and a group of ferocious ghost seductive, seductive soul full of guilt, together with the floating world travel, travel in space, travel in space, the asteroid will eventually hit out of the earth The soul is one small step for a man, a big step forward. ghost lead us to rise. the ghost of our upper body.
the gray-haired, elderly'd face the real dark. subject of my novel. I would expect it to next month's living expenses. It was my only real thought. When I play the keyboard, shell. Code no story here, no money cheat. I really feel the pain Yeah. think of Grandma, the grass on the graves, I really feel the pain. If my grandfather in Ye Hao, grandfather is not a story, but he can speak their real experiences, talk about how he was a guerrilla in the woods catch, how a bullet went through his hat, his landlord as to what caused the suffering of children hh grass on the graves could be my grandfather was more than the grandmother high.
for the world around, I can not trust. So, every time travel to distant lands like sleepwalking, it means no longer wake up wake up hh but I can not sleep, I can not always sleep ah . a piece of lime on the ceiling fell, cracking the surface particularly harsh. I felt dizzy, I'm so tired, all seemed shaken, windows on two flies chasing each other, the left side of cactus on the table with the red hair light, the top of the bulb covered with yellow spines, thorns hh soft rushing sound of flushing toilet sounded, wooden doors creak shouted, across the roof like a cat crying baby, I hit the keyboard pops sound, there is embedded in the wall where the broken windows machine, the age-old, when it works like the roar of the train, Green train cars in the wilderness, wandering in the vast plains of hh yes, that steel rails of between the distant calls, and the world can gather in a moment the voice of many, past and present, the depths of the universe, hear, and hear, everything in the Conforming with hh
at the moment sitting in dark, damp room, I listened to the world's most vibrant, as if once again found a new form to capture those hidden secrets, use them to fill the emptiness of a person hh Although ubiquitous writing is to use empty feed empty, but I have to continue writing, to survive, to fed ghosts, but also driving alone and lonely. I want writing from the seat for the elderly, from the unique title of the person. a girl can be her lover, proudly said: ; this concept pig. seedlings, he can ask the peasants: Brother of meat and worthless! For example, you can play: each section of the car is full of pork sausage. smooth casing, greasy sausage, crowded together, friction and friction, Kacha Kacha, reflecting the dazzling light, reflecting the car window the night, silent earth. and I, a recent graduate, is a wait Daozu thin sausages, university education has long been a body drained of juice. but I still was a sausage, though skinny, but still excited to wait Daozu . Who can escape the gorgeous Oriental kitchen? I am proud I was a sausage lover waiting Daozu like to wait. train traveling in the North China Plain, with tragic, the terminal is Beijing. capital. pre-eminent city. < br> old man sitting next to me with his glassy eyes looked out the window. glass reflecting light in the direction of my passengers, seats, overhead luggage together incorporated into the virtual image. This has rows of seats , all individuals living in a world outside the window. stubborn laws of nature learned us, this is a natural image, which is the mirror principle, the world outside the window as the train with me and the elderly, indomitable. It was real people, false image. Even if the head hit the rail body side of utility poles are also intact. safe false desirable. I stared at his glass, looking across several passengers from the move to the elderly. I looked at the old eyes, I suddenly found that he is also looking at me. a pair of dark blue eyes. is that all this false image of completion.
old man seemed tired of the game, suddenly looked to one side at me. < br> In our car window, too terrible hh a coincidence. > , forepaw Ta once accidentally, and then forward a crooked body, I'll just roll down from the back of the bull, a cow horn Wow that from grazed my right under the nose, I felt a biting the pain, a surge of cold wet liquid down over his eyes, has been flowing down, I was still small, only cry. my sister can be scared to death, and she burst into tears. But fortunately, eyes do not pierce the bird angle, but scratched from the eyelids, or I'll be in trouble. so far, I also left a little scar on his right eye side. Do you really lucky, but generally not Caikong cattle, unless it is done in the field barely work, or by what sudden stimulation. just the train brakes, it must be because it hit the first home cattle, the driver may not even know what hit something. the train did not slow fast enough, that day has not yet dark, hey, what must have been exciting, a very honest bovine animals, beef is Animal honest ah hh The eyes are large objects, objects larger than it, so a little afraid of cows, a kid actor will be able to just hold a cow. to the mouth and swallowed it.
I do not casually answer, continue to look at the glass. Not far away, a little bit of flickering lights, front seat windows open a little hole, the wind was nasty float whirring curtains, blue cloth that will burn like a fire mission that person's face. woo woo black earth makes unwarranted give birth to a trace of the coaching. think of the destination of my trip, the future is unknown, an unfamiliar environment , and I ready? not know, the shadow of dragging feet over the past, I seem to spend a lot of effort in order to stride to a small step, this is fate? I do not believe that they can not get rid of hh
train seems to be turning, long tail, a luminous body, walking in between steel rails through the heart of the plain, and the penetration of the crop land in the hh dark side of my face over the old man has no longer at me, sitting opposite us turn to see a young girl, she sat near the window position. I was projecting a false image of glass found in all of this, I do not have heavy rotation around the head can detect the subtle changes, which made me feel satisfied, a little upturned mouth unconsciously. girl lying on the table, seemed to rest. her bag on the legs, the head placed on his left arm bent, leaning forward. my attention the old man look at that girl's action, suddenly remembered when passengers stand up Pazaichuangkou Look at that bloody broken horns, this girl looked ordinary crystal face, the tears of two strings hanging from Yichang hh
K50 departure times when driving is more than a night at seven o'clock, but the weather is still not dark, the sun is still struggling. standing in the open space can still feel the warmth sunset. train started shortly after driving out of the urban areas, the scenery gradually open up. until the night the day before yesterday during the day, I drink is speeding up, go to KTV package night, in the side of the road facing the roots of vomiting, urinating in front of the women's dormitory on campus late at night wolf hh parting like the howl is a manual labor. the car has been very soft body, to the elderly for a little space, to be a little confused and completely scrapped. I just felt dizzy and drowsy, suddenly heard hh a burst of loud noise. is the train brakes.
br> I was awakened and quickly stood up Pazaichuangkou. elderly are also the venue, standing on my right side. commotion inside, more and more passengers began to crowd from both sides here. A middle-aged man bare upper body, neck, about as old driving a little boy. high, excitedly pointing out the window with his right hand.
afterglow of the setting sun shines on the horn last point on the endings, a complete and a half left. cow collapsed ditch in the dry, broken bones crack is clearly visible. white powder fell between the eyes of cattle, such as a small white hair naturally grows in the top. horn is severing, the sharp corners where some have unknown flew, like a sideways split bamboo down, the rest of the period covered benefit spines can penetrate palm of the hand inserted into the palm of your hand. across the dirty glass can still see it floating belly slightly. cows have been dying. horns on the head part of the deep have long been soaked in blood flow to cow's right eye has been on the hair down a little bit down in the drops. cows now only one eye open, but the way is also very weak. bird broken due to the huge horns the impact, was distorted, but the roots are still at the head of the meat. gently remove only angle, apparently will not take much effort was.
ridge station old man, wearing a red T-shirt, printed in front of the five linked rings, right hand holding a hoe. He is looking toward the cow. hoe ups and downs, hit the hard soil, although not very frequent, but also can feel the way he let them go. He can use hand tools only Zhebing hoe, only it can express his feelings. his face dark meat jammed together, and suddenly completely relaxed, hoe landing , the flesh of his face and crowded, hardly see his eyes. He closed his mouth, not consciously open, two long slit embedded in that dark picture of the meat. he will see the cows collapsed to the ground, one would also look at the train, quickly swept from the rear of the front, and peering at us one of the cars in both eyes. He just has been standing ridge, repeat the above action.
a moment he seemed to be rushing, front foot just one small step, but also went a big step back. from the window and looked at the hard soil with a hoe and made a road stuck. just as he seemed to come under a great commitment to the hub, from a middle-aged man rushed over the fields pulled him that shook the hand hoe. Then came a few middle-aged and never far away However, only stand watching from the old location close to the train, watching the carriage both wriggling in the head with a curious eye. middle-aged man from the side with its arms and hugged the body of the elderly to postpone, it is look effortless.
days will be dark. whirring fans inside the rotating head ringing, hear exceptionally clear. windows inside and outside of the world at the moment the formation of a confrontation. separated by a layer of transparent dirty Glass, Silence of the confrontation to no avail. I think all this is futile, nothing can change. the train would start for a while, the night will cover this land, we will expose another piece. There is nothing can be changed. three minutes, three minutes later, the train slowly started the night has come slowly. Farewell, old man, do not, the cows dying, about to be transported to the cows on the table, then The remaining bones are made of cattle bone meal of delicious soup hh
passengers back to their seats one after another, when I saw the girl sitting opposite the window, his face wearing the tears. The eyes of the passing of her landscape. always passing scenery. not old and the new landscape of the points. She cried? why are you crying? Why are you crying?
perhaps a false image from the glass in the notice that I was watching her, she seems a bit embarrassed, I also think that staring at a strange woman is not very good, also turned his head, pretending to four outright. She homeopathic hands on the table, lie down to rest. really rest, or leave to rest, I'm not sure.
remember a little bit faster. There is a deep brown on the scar, such as burning off by some metal, a little afraid of people. The old man gently stroked the scar on his left hand, it is natural motion. I pretended not to see the way you continue to stare at the elderly eyes, waiting for him the following words. covered with a wrinkled face, eyes, deep inside, look carefully when a little sluggish, but from time to time, revealed a profound light.
the train slowed down. going into the tunnel . It was the first line of this tunnel, not long nor short.
the following bars from the eleventh Solitaire Chen Bo (Bo, female, lives in Wuhan)
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