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I had an uncanny dream during the dusty and gloomy and gray morning with birds singing weakly in. Waking up was a cruelty. I saw your beautiful and magnificent body, and your lazy penis. Your eyes were the most profound ones, full of sorrow stories, and dreams which would never be enchanted. And your lazy penis was hiding behind your immaculateness. Then my quilt became wet and cold and sticky. The air was stagnant with the effluviums. Everything was pale as your dissolving face. I didn't know whether i remembered or knew you at all. Then it was you face with the fatigue plague emerging. It was a catastrophe of love and being loved and of oblivion.

She told me it was seven years ago when you met and had sex, and she told me the sex was pathological. I said I never knew anything about your sexual appetites and strange tastes because I never had a chance. All i knew was how your penis looked like. I guess everything about you is twisted.

Roads in Taipei no longer dry and clear, we wandered through the cheap stores and vulgar shops. The street with wandering stinky girls with ugly and shabby make ups, assuming themselves beautiful and attractive. That might be sort of a typical kind of girl in this city. Knows nothing but criticizes everything they do not know at all. They are our enemy in common, but you chose to fuck one of them as a punishment which i don't know for whom. Nothing left but utter despair. Then you became addicted with this kind of ritual. I wish I could vomit right in your face. And you said you would eat the vomit if i dared to do so. You were always teasing me like that, and it turns out that my ultimate wish upon you is to kill you by my own hand and make you hug me everysinglemoment. Unlike your powerful and grand, i am impotent. Impotent of loving you. My only debris of you is the dream I had of you...with you.