 Posted: Mon 8:09, 04 Apr 2011 Post subject: Love died, _4763 |
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entire dormitory building to me, and I in one house, I have not the eyes, I can not see Yun Ping, I stopped her, I asked her not to go. I heard her footsteps, firmly and uninhibited, like a butterfly not a belief. left me screaming hysterically, I told all the people, that person was crazy, that person is me. now June, Atta birthday just past, the water ice to wrap me, she said Coke, how do ah, I had no boyfriend. how to do what I say, you have a husband, and also to find a boyfriend? said that water ice is not, ah, not. I ignore her, I'm looking for a pen, a pen without cap, not the head of the soul like a long time I hear it moaning before, I did not care for it, I am busy, I run my love, I fell in love with a window, I leaned against his chest, I hear the wind through the music of his shoulder, and I regard them as a heartbeat. one with a heartbeat of the windows, ha ha ha, laugh debauchery Xinghai Fei Hua, windows, how would there be the heartbeat it? You crazy? This world, there is only one with a heartbeat, that is, pen. It sounds extravagant, Cha Cha Cha, you hear what, this is what we love. paranoid I bought lots and lots of bars and my window is the most beautiful wonderful thing, no one can. So I thought, I am doing,tory burch shoes, I see the dark green window frame, I would like to become a landscape window, a window opened his eyes that can see me, and I always erect, looking at me tirelessly windows, it is a dark green jacket with transparent body of the big boys, his eyes are my eyes, he would not betray me, only I left him, how I want to leave him then, I love him . Enping favorite dark green, she has a dark green windbreaker. I always do not understand, windbreaker exists to meet the wind, or to block the wind, Yun Ping clothing buttoned to die, I can not see inside her white sweater, I like her to wear the white sweater, her mother had told I, the angel is white, people are transparent. water ice wrapped around my body, mouth and muttered, her boyfriend, ah, boyfriend ... ... I kicked her kicked out of the window, I saw her look down to , like a cat without legs, soft and erect, very disturbing. I know you are looking for a pen, my bird pen is hidden, you can not find. The laughter of water ice and ancient horror, her face in laughter fragmented, darker than her hair. I imagined her hair swallow her face, numerous mouth, spitting blood-red tongue, chewing endlessly greedy. I think he does not love me, or else, he would not see me, he just enjoy the patch of green grass, above the fall the colors of the flowers. tools I use to destroy a piece of metal lawn beautiful face, I heard the muffled cry, the window and said, cola, and we get married. all my friends are looking at the way Philippine Chinese wear a wedding dress, her hand holding a pen, water ice hands are empty. water ice sheets with the flow of the pus is still mouth, her boyfriend, ah, boyfriend ... ... blood left over the ground, black face, freezing, and no monster of life, they attempt to who occupied the thinking. Enping kneeling on the ground, her eyes blind, Philippine Chinese pen rested on her hands safely above the fresh blood of falling tears do. Philippine Chinese hands while I do not know where the rose is scattered to the wind, disappeared. Eleven roses, red as a distant sun. We come to the stage where we want to go in life, we have lost, we only have twenty-two, we are young enough to squander everything, including thought. who took away our thoughts. Philippine Chinese with her new husband drew a picture for us, called love. A blank sheet of paper, lay a bloody pen and nothing else. No one knows where to draw the eye, the Philippines, said China only pen can find the shadow of painting, others regard the share of lost attachment. lying on a big bed and we see a very old movie, the above men love women, women love men. these thoughts flooding into our escape, but, when I roll up their sleeves to find the time, it is gone. It does not know us, do not know many people in this world. Yun Ping's eyes finally bloodless, her eyes not his life, nor the anguish, she would never see those ugly distorted evil, there is no beautiful things, the so-called beauty, are fantasy. have a life away suddenly near the kite suddenly, many people tell you, see, see, it is love it, beautiful bar, look at your efforts, more effort to be able to. she spent two years time or did not grasp the door that the kite drift. Fei Hua said, that simply does not exist, ha ha ha, only my pen is real, I love it, so it is old, I will abandon it, I have lots and lots of pens, there are lots and lots of love, They are written on paper, they are distant and unreal, they are lifeless. I want to marry my window, I first fell in love with him, his background is a dark green, dark green is the favorite color of Yun Ping, Yun Ping blind, and she loved the dog pen Philippine China stabbed blind their eyes, the water ice to the Department of crouching in the corner Look at very old movie, the above men love women, women love men. She opened her mouth, weak, feeble, and her boyfriend, ah, boyfriend ... ... water ice has a lot of boyfriends, she fell in love with her boyfriend last word, she did not have the strength to drive constant with no end of the game, she eventually chose to sit in a chair and watching the old Ministry of the old romance, black hair publicity arrogant, she does not imitate, because love is not real life. I ducked into a room that no one, a fragmented room, with a scarred face, I heard two people talking. We will never separate, I will protect you until I die. put his ear to the door in the crumbling, male voice rich, charming voice of woman, which is a pair of lovers, they were not seen in the interpretation of our long denied love. We are eager to get those things have to be original only in the door from my place, multiplied. In fact, I was wrong. I thought those things away from me, is just ridiculous phantom fills some noise, some things in this world is doomed does not exist, people one after the pursuit, the game can only be a mirage. Enping gave me a long dark green satin, and I love it hanging in my window, the bottom line of a Sikou, you can hang one's neck. Windows with a heartbeat, I believe that enduring, whose heart I have hidden in the inside, he was falling in love with the window full of flowers on the grass, he also told me that Coke, and we get married. since I do not believe in love. tools I use metal I love the windows broken, I saw his eyes leaked when the anxiety of metal contacts, who will be heartbreaking, I love my windows, the windows had long dark green satin, Yun Ping gave me Enping no eyes, she could not find the road, not that the Department no longer see the old romance, and she is holding his own in an attempt to again fall in love with a certain A. water ice, the smile is very bright, dead insects from crawling out of her mouth, no one knew what she was gentle, she is still not over that period in the fantasy of love. Damn, the Philippine Chinese smashed the TV, I heard a deafening roar, and who is not in the what what. twenty-year-old's life a lot of bright red blood, endless, and that the origins of our throbbing, we have many, many impulses are all elements of the monster, we all bet on a bet We frantically lost faith. Philippine Chinese pen broke, no one can write her pen. She is a bird not cry, she had the wings of pride, not her wings she flew from heaven, because heaven is too far, our wings through the long storage, a bit moldy rot fester. If a mouse fell in love with a cat, the cat would want it? No, because mice do not like cats, cats like to eat rats, love is a struggle between natural enemies. I picked up the Philippine Chinese throw away love, Chuoxiang my eyes, there are many things that do not need to see. I've never seen such a long tongue, I retain not stop Enping hurried footsteps, she is still busy, she always did the things we can not see, because they do not exist, it is not a lot of things exist, but are deeply rooted in our minds, it has a lot of heart, it is immortal. June, and Atta just past birthday, Atta is the biggest one among us, she was twenty-three years old, twenty-year-old is a threshold, and walked a lot of people, twenty-year-old is a window, falling out of the window is a meadow full of flowers, the window is a dark green long satin hanging Yun Ping, head and body like separated. She did not like the eyes of the head and wings of a bird, we regard our wings close up, they are fragile and could not reach heaven. love is heaven, there is water ice boyfriend, she has many boyfriends, but not her husband, her husband was me, I'm not her boyfriend, her boyfriend in heaven, she corner, the Philippines flat on her side, metal tools to drop on her face, rubbing her face as the plasticine as casually twisted and blurred. our twenty-year-old has done two years of dreams about love, it is beautiful, gorgeous, colorful. Result, we did not find a trace on the love. I tell people that this man was crazy, that person is not me. those we do not see things. |
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