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| 窗邊風自吹 空氣暖床靜
跳心擾他心 柔髮恬白玉
手足懶遊油 鵝被合溫膚
時如鳥聲和 相相繫蟲飛 | | |
| Hardly … hardly understand where my generosity comes from, my care always expands to the third, the fourth, the fifth parties … Why? If I am this generous, what’s wrong with my heart ‘sometimes’? It is a grapefruit undergone a slicing process, and ready to be served with mangos. I am dead now, what a healthy ends right after dinner. The mango smoothie has tamed grapefruit’s sourness. Has it? No, it hasn’t, if you place the grapefruit piece right on top the sourness and bitterness receptors, mango loses the battle. No one ask you to enjoy grapefruit individually. If not, it doesn’t have to be served together. Yet, sometimes … just sometimes… grapefruit sneaks away …Perhaps I am just this generous, my care to the second party just place me in the water, no worries, as a healthy grapefruit wrapping with an orange skin, I can flow. My density is still lower than water molecules. Yet, sometimes just sometimes my care extends, I’m no longer living, I no longer carry any sign of life. I become a rosily gold. My favourite gold colour. A metaphor raises my values and simultaneously suits my metal-ized heart. I look valuable as usual. I have the ‘look’! But, I am no longer grapefruit. It sometimes happens when cares exceed my limits, when supports exceed my limits … I need a care-less life sometimes. I need to be sour and bitter sometimes, do I? or I am not at all a grapefruit. I am not at all sour and bitter. I am orange? Perhaps I am orange. (Please do distinguish what orange are not based on the colour of oranges! They are different!!!) I am writing in mist again. Why? as if only through metaphor, my own metaphor, I can finally understand myself. Do I have any intention to understand myself? Do I not? Understanding the defects of language (It will never grasp the self), I still linger on languages … and I will always be … metaphors are variables. But there’s one constant in my writing, the ‘I’, Venus’ I is always the focus.
Manchester is a lovely place, it’s a place for Venus to be Venus! Um …when will I become a coconut?
One day I will not be mist again I am sure. Manchester has its magic on me as always!!! | | |
| ‘Sh … be quiet … sleep tight, my love. Don’t wake up. Let me capture you!’ he speaks. But she is about to wake up. Her eye-balls are rolling; her head turns to avoid the candle light. A few more minutes sleep will do her good. His hands understand her move; they are moving fast. His brush shakes the oil onto the canvas according to her rhythm. It shows a minor sign of life. Wait! Her body gradually regains the strength. Her lashes curl upwards. She is about to see through his eyes – the eye of her predator. They are simply two deep spheres –sphere of void. These two voids rolling with fire try to lock her in his centre. They speak for his power – the power to grant her a luxurious life. The rolling back and forth within the 0.1 mm is understood. Subtlety is always necessary even when passion is conveyed. She is polite and makes her rejection within this 0.1 mm. It’s loud enough to burn him down with water. She can never be a prey of his. Her 0.1 mm acceptance is too rare and only conveys in her comfort zone. Within that zone, she is transparent. She equals to her- self. This fragile zone has not been under great maintenance due to her laziness. It turns milky in many aspects. It’s such an empty life without experiencing some purity that signs convey. She is finding her signs by every means even in terms of stealing. Yet, let her start from a practise without experiencing much hardship. Practise the sign of acceptance! 0.1 mm curling lips exercise! | | |
| Lay your trust on your love
he loves you
You and He were one and are still one
the pain he is enduring now equals yours
he judges upon your interests
the pain is equal, the care is equal, the path is diverse (for the 'time-being' perhaps :P)
He and you have gradually evolved ...
this small variable upsets one
You and He are still one ... but no sooner variables speak
it speaks for one
or it speaks for two
lay your trust on your love
let him 'will' you for one or for two
he loves you
he aims not to hurt
he will 'will' hehee ... he will ... and he is willing ... and he is 'free' to will luck is always with you my dearest Jo my private entry can publish now
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| Image of you is lovely. You have a big hip with furry hair, brown in colour. Big thighs are well-linked to your bottom also. With a relatively small head, you rely on your well-developed body to survive. Drop the description; let me start introducing how amazing you are. You are a wonderful bear. This is how you function. This is where the wonder lays. Your diet is varied. Ants are your main energy source. Of course having meat is definitely a wonderful breakfast for you. Your body has a mechanism that shifts the urine back to amino acid during your hibernation. You can even give birth during this period without troubling yourself that your kids will suffer from malnutrition. Your muscle still response well after a few months of sleep. Your skull can even dissolve into blood without upsetting our calcium level. When will we be an offspring of this lovely wild beast? A human and bear hybrid! The name sounds repulsive. But, it provides us living long enough to see eternity. Or at least it provides astronauts living long enough to have a great galaxy journey. Super-human is a more welcoming term, right? Where are we going? Not too far away from having a pig heart fixing right inside us. Maybe I am not aggressive enough, but I rather life stops evolving in such a speed that almost competes with light. I am perfectly sure that my stand is affected by my sympathy to this lovely creature. Let it be! Anything is lively is lovely. Anything lovely is now ‘used’ against their will under the name of ‘medical research’. Allow me to be selfish! It ‘must’ go on coz I might be one day saved by the new lovely-drug from bear skin cells. My hope is still laid on science. I hope it will be produced under the lab. We don’t have to kill a bear anymore. We have our own recipe for the skin. What we are killing will be something that we can hardly sympathize with. A bare skin! But the practice below is definitely not the line should be drawn. It is a practice that induces long-term suffering on bears. Please stop! Oh!! Researchers please do not take this as a credit for your act. The stand I take is based on my calculation taken place in my heart. Though my heart has not yet become completely fossilized, it is not far away from it. I can only be partially sympathized. So I am 30 percent done and ready to be served!
http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2008/02/photogalleries/bushmeat-pictures/index.html
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