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鼻子发痒时

  一条红线 捆绑思想 一句好话 千丝万缕 一阵退缩 光年距离 星光不闪烁在雨季 寒梅失色于春暖中 蝴蝶之绚烂仅供观望 任意捕捉只招揽溃灭 在古希腊众神忙着乱伦时 现代人躲在网络里打飞机 闻不着女人发梢间的香气 寒冬散发慵懒使诗人激情败阵 畅所欲言或保持缄默都是谋杀关系之元凶 这里没有代名词 请不要对号入座

11102012

11102012 手表还停留在昨天的时间里。 一个怪人打电话给一个怪人。 刚开始,怪人不知道是怪人打来。 怪人说了名字三次(或者四次?),怪人才回神过来。 太久没有听那个名字了,真正幻化成声音跑进耳朵里,耳膜就分析失败。 还好,心想起来了。 所以怪人就知道是怪人打来了。 怪人知道怪人一定很惊讶,所以很体贴地表示:等怪人冷静下来后,再打来。 于是,第一通话结束。 怪人的思绪真的很乱了。 不过,不管了。 所以,怪人很快就信息怪人,叫怪人打来。 怪人又信息说:不想跟怪人说话了。 怪人沉默,失落。 迅速地想着要不要打回去还是就此算了别扰人清梦然后又迅速地决定就此算了别扰人清梦时, 怪人打来了。 怪人被怪人作弄了。 但怪人很开心。 因为怪人就是怪人所以被怪人作弄也会很开心的。 怪人跟怪人说了很多话。 于是,怪人就觉得很奇怪了。 怪人开始怀疑是不是在做梦? 因为怪人从来都只是出现在怪人的梦中,出现在现实的怪人显得好奇怪。 可是怪人又觉得就算是梦也不用紧,因为是快乐的梦。 真的做梦而已。 怪人又醒来了。 想喝咖啡,却怕泡得不好喝。 还好,梦里的咖啡香还飘逸着……

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1900 Nineteen Hundred:   All that city. You just couldn't see the end to it. The end? Please? You please just show me where it ends? It was all very fine on that gangway. And I was grand too, in my overcoat. I cut quite a figure. And I was getting off. Guaranteed. There was no problem. It wasn't what I saw that stopped me, Max. It was what I didn't see. You understand that? What I didn't see. In all that sprawling city there was everything except an end. There was no end. What I did not see was where the whole thing came to an end. The end of the world... Take a piano. The keys begin, the keys end. You know there are eighty-eight of them, nobody can tell you any different. They are not infinite. You are infinite. And on these keys the music that you can make is infinite. I like that. That I can live by. You get me up on that gangway and you're rolling out in front of me a keyboard of millions of keys, millions and billions of keys that never end, and that'