After 22:40. The subway swayed slightly through the dark tunnel. Inside the sound of machinery. I don't think we know where we're going yet. But I suddenly felt close to the Vietnamese woman, as if I lacked nothing, because we still had the nature of being in the middle.

But it will always be done, and everything you see will be safe, so I don't think anything will be born here. I can see in Mejon that these things are nothing.

It's like the old world feeling on an empty earth. The remaining faith of the Vietnamese woman and I is concentrating on this act of doing so.

Then we crossed the south of the island, and before leaving, I looked at her blue khaki dress. White shirt. The shadow in the eye socket is still there. I always thought that the beauty of this girl, covered with the moon, suddenly became my when.

Therefore, these things are new to me, and there is a quality of inaction in the distance. And after 03:10. We walked silently towards the Holy See in Mejon, and then the shallow cherry blossoms appeared in the distance. See them in the bus.

Here I finally understood that these girls even belonged to me. We are sick and loved. But I've come here with no more than that, and it seems to be my thoughts.

So I crossed the continent with this girl, and the railroad bent more and more, and smelled the sea at the far end, and the night covered it with clothes (acchādayan), and the feeling of sudden flooding made it clear to us.

Then the girl and I looked at the clouds at the Papal Iron Bridge, and a faint song sounded in the sky. As if this is a society where everything is thin, it is very thin, and when it gets dark, I see His Holiness growing an "account of the law of existence", and the sound of material abandonment resounded all over the city.

It dawned on me that all these years had not had a beginning or end, and that no matter what I had gotten to rely on, there was still a parallel to this part of the island. Towards self-reliance.

The fog inside the city was even more subtle. I can't even find where I am. Then we walked past the roses and returned to the 5-Eleven nightclub. I drank whiskey without ice, what kind of relationship this girl had with me. Although I have thought about this question many times, I have not figured it out.

Then I saw the girl exercise the breath of the stars. Her beauty is in the midst of it. She said, "See? We can't be separated." And I said in a low voice, "I understand the sudden awareness of the night." ”

These hallucinations were suddenly in front of me, and they were getting closer and closer, and they were just behind me. Then I looked up, and the girl was wearing a dark coat, and the smell of her body was faint.

I asked, "Is this your parallel universe?" and the girl in the darkness said, "Don't you want to come in and have a look? I said, "I can't imagine that there is an independent climate here, and there are peach blossoms, are you summoning them?" said the girl in the darkness, "I don't have anything to do, so I want you to come in and take a look at me." ”

I'm a little bit at odds with this girl here. Then we listened to Nirvana's rock 'n' roll "Smells Like Spirit" (1), and the other singers were Sisto Rodriguez, who I liked for his "cold facts" (2), and I was in a trance at the end of the month, forever and ever. It's dark. After meeting Maggie. Then I was waiting for the girl at the metro station in Mejon. I feel that it is like this, it is said that these are more independent than the night, that is, we do nothing. But we walked more than twenty kilometers.

We must not do it in the sequence.

Therefore, I often see swordsmen who are not going anywhere, drinking in the illusion of being in a daze. However. The city was covered with dense fog, and our NX-1911 guns were damp. I feel more like it's in the past, both subtle and subtle, and after 8:40. The girl and I saw the "Statement of the Law of Existence" in the hands of His Holiness the Holy See.

"These gurgling papal poems are what I want to think of," and then I said to the girl, "I understand that these poems are mine." And after 11:05. I saw the ghost suddenly appear around us again, and it said to me, "How are you?" and then gave me the darkness of the abyss, and the ghost told me to eat the darkness.

"There are stars on each side, what is this?" I felt my black petal godhead have a solo totem, and an ancient and mysterious formation appeared on the soles of my feet, and then I said in a low voice, "This is a demonic martial art?"

The ghost said, "This darkness is the way I have brought you." So I said, "What's your name?" Are you from the Ideal Country?" and the ghost said, "Yes." Why are you asking this? I don't want to say. "Then I saw the ghost levitate, riding the wind in the void.

Then I walked with a Vietnamese woman on the beach. I seem to have forgotten all of a sudden. Our departure is due to our inaction. It becomes a subjective sensation.

These subtle ripples, the distance, and the places where they are, the reason why I feel the various things in logic, the dark night consciousness of these girls, is empty and far away. In the square where the lonely attack and the silent attachment to it, and places like the station. At the end of the day, I don't know why I don't know what else I have encountered, and I can't remember it for a while. And I think about it. May God's will be done on earth. Forever. Forever.

And after 14:20. We left the 5-Eleven nightclub in Chaoge again. And it is in these depths that we go too far in any passive, mechanical fixation. The girl walked through the snow. She was wearing an old black coat, which was so beautiful and beautiful. All of a sudden, we don't know where we are or when. I think this city is more like our inaction.

Or we also met He Xiaozhu in Stuholmm. I seemed to be hallucinating, and there was some kind of splitting sound in it. And under the sun, nothing new, after 24:10. And the people who are seen in the dark. Ran. Loneliness. I feel that the liquor in the 5-Eleven nightclub has a dark nature. Brother Wei of the underworld said sloppy words. I'm here to ask him to find Zhao Xiaoxi. Then a dark shadow appeared in the doorway. Brother Wei said, "Now, I'm waiting for Martial Artist Nie." "What if he doesn't come?" "We'll come back tomorrow." ”

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