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thinking of her husband far away in the sea, waiting by the seashore, tears dried up, she became blind, yet still she stood there gazing at the sea. days passed, not a tiding was heard. years flew, only seagulls wept over her. she's pining away, standing by the seashore, motionless, gazing at the sea. thousands of years has passed, no girl is found there now only a stone stands by the seashore, gazing at the sea as motionless as her first day.
the snow is falling, soundless. a bird comes by my window, singing a short melody. then, silence again. only the lamp by my side takes a tender look at my shadow.
ode to fart --to those who understand or mistake the meaning of it
the ups and downs they'd never got the chance to indulge in their long lost desires of an everlasting intercouse. intestines large or small all complain their unquenchable depressions. even stomach'd join this company by giving a violent belch for mercy. "will he come the one the only?" so prayed all these wretch. "then all of us will be saved from crazy." chanted these queer chorus. while they thus murmured, a voice appeared, crying- "prepare the way for the lord, make straight path for him." all raised up their heads, and saw a piece of radish descending into the temple of stomach. "cool!" all exclaimed at the top of their voice. soon after a little grinding, all the radish was digested into nothing. a shiver of joy came across all the body, the moment of deliverance is near at hand, breathless they are there, waiting the miracle in despair. their hope is not vain, they heard clearly the swirling of a wind shouting in triumph, "i am innocent!" after this event all agreed in one mind- "the one who lives well, farts well." ultimate awakening! all hail!
the bud said to the wind,"why come you here?". "for an old prophecy." replied the wind. "what's it about?" asked the bud. "your pregnancy." answered the wind.
no friends to talk to,the only listener in my real life is my echo, no one asks, no one cares, no one senses the pain of my thoughts. and the only companion that'd not leave me alone is my shadow, but even this would be destroyed by the darkness of night. no light, no moon, no star, no sound, and the only visitor is but a mother fly who carries her babies here and there in my empty room, though disgusting, yet, she's the only living who can give me some noise, though very monotonous and dull, yet it's the only living music that i can hear. but even this would not last long for when i open the window in the morning she would fly away too, to a place to enjoy her happiness of reuniting with other mother-flies. so i was alone again, murmuring a hello to my new formed shadow in the morning sunshine and starting a new day of the same solitude. as if it's a maze without any exit. i cannot escape, but to accept the fact of being alone, completely and desperately. robinson crusoe，the famous lonest, even he had a cat and a dog and a parrot to talk to, while i have none but my shadow and the sound of my breath at night. maybe some day i'd put some rotten things in my room, so that some insects would give me a visit, and sing a disturbing solo or chorus to my terrible silence, and give my life a new impetus to live on.
goddess of chaos stands between two rivers, one's called the sane; the other, the madness. she offers the ancient wine to those who are worthy, and shows them the highest art of becoming insane completely. no one ever drank her wine would want the wine of any other kind. for there's an amazing power in it, it make those who see blind, and those who can hear deaf. and a mute once acknowledged he was cured by her from his speech. all those healed call themselves blessed, for without the curse of this mad goddess, no one can escape the doom of freedom. no one had attained to the summit of insanity. no one had tasted the spring of frenzy. except those who were sealed by her sticky tongue and bathed in her delicious fart. don't attempt to shut me up, i'm not sane, or healthy, for i regard her turbidity as my only source of felicity. if you don't believe what i said, please give a nose to my body, it still sends out the fragrance of her crazy.
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