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槍與兒童

濕熱的夜

自從我過了15歲

聽到蟬鳴就套上工作服

很久很久以前，在一個破鐵皮屋裡住了一個貧窮的小孩，他的肚子常餓得咕嚕咕嚕叫的。

    Inside every spider's head was a white room. Each morning, when the delicious glittering dew dripped onto the intricate web form, the dark body would go quietly to absorb these vibrating beams from the slowly awakened world. Meditating as it seemed, the furry legs clutched together neatly. The spider learned to let thoughts fly as other wise men would do among the snowy Tibet mountains. Inhale and exhale.

        Inside every white room, it smelled like lemon cleaners. Bacteria found it hard to survive and so did Creativity. Creativity lied flat with its tummy down. It had stopped breathing for a while. Its skin had reduced its lively shimmering glow to a marble like cool corpulent. The unbearable whiteness sucked in all bits of noises and exhaled ambiguous white rays bouncing around in this tightly packed space. "Exit" or "Entry" was not part of the floor plan. Nor was any windows or doors. The room was designed to be completely isolated. Any holes were lawfully forbidden. However an unfathomable accidental mistake opened up its invisible (to the naked eye) dimension to Creativity's nostrils.

The first night they found each other at the ends of two worlds.
 

一隻小豬穿著襯膚色的漂亮粉色洋裝到市場去---

三個馬鈴薯，兩個番茄，一根香蕉，紛紛裝進了她的菜藍；

購物途中小豬妹妹看到了一塊被陽光照得閃亮亮的粉紅肉塊，"好漂亮的顏色哪！" 因而停下腳步。

一群不同花色的狗兒，在空曠的停車空地踱步或玩耍。

She started this

Goodbye not knowing where I am.

The way leading to a happy or happier life is actually no secret.

You have seen people doing it and talking about it a lot already. 

The question is: are you ready for the change?