悼念小扁

Sido miriculus Ouit pal Bido

Black Ascendant Con Can Burn Out the Lights

爷又理解了.....

这下全理解了

形同激流冲进一片野火

Ten thousands of angels fell down, while she smoked a single breathe from the chilling trees and the shadowless mountains.

统统滚回原始的部落战争里去！滚回茹毛饮血的年代去！

Ptit noir féque coquin mangue:

...

so labouce qui té manzé, napas so labouce qui té gagne baté;

so léreins qui té gagne baté, napas so léreins qui té crié;

so labouce qui té crié, napas so labouce qui ti ploré.

芒果小而黑: ...我们用嘴进食, 而非用嘴赢得战争; 我们用肾赢得战争, 而非用肾喊

叫; 我们用嘴喊叫, 而非用嘴哭泣.

它备好了所有的武器, 所有的匕首和盾牌. 末日近临. 有耳朵的人听好了. 有嘴巴的

人尝尝看. 有眼睛的人睁开来. 有皮肤的人席地而睡, 沿着成千上万的小路游历吧.

The  toy motorcyclist draws a perfect circle every seven seconds. Every time I entered the dark sweating tunnel of No.1 exit CaoBao Road, his whistle cross through the entire darkness and shed a magnificent light onto the wall, enclothing all the blood on it (the blood from the upper stairs, from the very surface, from the humanity and liberty world, from somewhere brighter than summer beach and even darker than darkness itself. From buildings being built and buildings built to collapse, from woman cursing and from child crying). The whistle: ooooooooooxxx... smooth and soft, with tones as if I had known in my last life, while I can't even remember a piece of it now. All of a sudden I realized the the darkness(also, necessarily, with the blooded wall and people with blood all over)with the whistle  is making such a great key to Leo Carax(apparently), and also magic access to Le Clezio, Devil Doll, and J.M.W.Turner. Yep, the amazing blending between city/blood/crossroad/cowfish( /darkness itself) and whistle/toy/color/crossroad/city, while none escaped.(That's why none had survived.)

天空是灰色的

却挂满美丽的果实

绿的 黄的 红的

最近爷的长期记忆变好了 经常想起些恨不得一头撞死的事情

近日
凡若家中丰衣足食 一旦到校基本饥寒交迫
睡前勃拉姆斯钢协二 醒来肖斯塔科维奇三十五 前者很不催眠 后者还算醒神
考试诸多不顺 形如把开卷误作闭卷 众生稀里哗啦翻着白花花的资本论 爷闷头瞎诌
好在这类不顺只为戏剧性添锦 对心情是全无影响的
摸索颜料上 基本全无技法可言 盲人摸瞎 抹擦乌黑 绝少惊喜 绝多沮丧
沮丧也无怪 现实的崇拜必掷下阴影 阴影但若罩上 脱身之日向来遥遥无期

另 丙烯确实不好翻拍 一拍质感就跟油画棒似的