Tuesday, March 18, 2008

The dark side

I hate Americans. (oops, emotional words again.)
In such a miserable world full of sorrows, children are crying for food, dying everyday, being slaves and prostitutes; monks and civilians in Tibet demonstrate for freedom, fight for the rights to live with pride.

And the only thing you care about is those cold-blooded greedy traders are gonna lose their jobs in the New York City, have to move out the glamorous building in Lower Manhattan? You make me sick.

The world is going to collapse. Let it down, let it down, let it down.
I sing the children's song ironically cheering.
Since there's no more hope for me, I cannot be happier that the world joins me.
Welcome to the dark side.

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春夜

你的眼神,明暗交雜,一笑成花。 是的我曾經見過這樣的世界,在北京的深夜,我們坐著計程車經過天安門廣場,那個紅色的光影和遠遠的毛澤東像,映照在車窗上,街燈閃爍,投影在你慵懶/疲倦/若有所思的臉上。 在很多年之後的今天,我忽然想起這個場景,或許從未逝去,只是沒有想起。弔詭的是,我甚至...