China Avant-garde Art Forum. Author: Elford.
Dulls the Walking Japanese
< h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > nautical chart</h1>
Now he no longer has a rib cut out
Nautical charts of the year, the rules were laid out
A new experience prevailed. Julius Caesar
Distant limestone strips
Carapace like a cockroach. Sad Italians
I believe that this equation has no solution
Because of Egypt
The wind has blown, and it has turned to new topics
A woman who has lost the bondage of her family, like an archipelago
Break the day and night with your bare hands
No more questioning, dead fish on the hook
Why can't you eat. If she had an autumn day to buy and sell strange rituals
In the latest compromise
Ships pass between two basins
A solder joint
Port said, perched in a Spanish fort
Under the black hat, close to Pantelleria
Two scallop shells along the Mediterranean Sea at the center point
Close it up
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > between effort and effectiveness</h1>
The sound of the fish closing with the scrooge of the night
Glued together
Who is paying for this mistake?
Perhaps, a strange face
Think the most tired thing
It's death
In the summer, two iron doors that were blackened
The kids bent down
Simulates a replacement surgery between the opposing parties
to match our footsteps
In those innocent times, a red-hot stone
It is a symbol of the passion and eternity of the fisherman
And the unbreakable peak, as death now appears
conquered literary categories,
A jogging messenger
His beautiful singing voice
Sprinkle countless meteors from Brittany
The glowing bright spot suddenly disappeared
< h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > anchorage</h1>
The calyx is stained with frost flowers, on the hair stem. That early morning, the bow of the ship
The cable holes stream rusty snot.
The sun was in a silent porthole, a cloud of moss
What the predecessors cherished and possessed
Prayer products. Because there is nothing
Than salt, the seawater scorching acid salt, the sailboat without wind
And a shelter for stress-free steamboats
You stand outside and let out a low roar
Won't there be pain? It was also a little shaky
Father's face as always
Float there, and the surroundings become warmer
It's my face, my life
Eccentric, indifferent, it's sheep shiny on the coast
Volcanic rocks are as light as they are
It is also gray and very fragile
Like glass can break at any moment
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > the name of a lavender</h1>
Piece of paper, good afternoon! The female crew swims against the current
To gild her stomach in a bone china soup bowl
Because, frankly, in this narrow area of crushing
If the generator turns off unexpectedly
I know you'd say, it's not all true
However, there are dents left by the fingers on it
How to think about the evidence we get
Little sister, weird, sounds illogical
Yes, philosophy is harmless. New coordination key
My fingers went straight through the middle
The moon goddess had become thinner, the dean's authority
It made her breasts smaller, but I still can't forget it
The ghost widow, once moved by such a thought
Yes, I admit, phenomenology is at work
<h1 class= "pgc-h-arrow-right" > when happiness becomes pain</h1>
Yes, in the misty drizzle, she was pouring water into our pee jar
Look, even a man of faith
Sail into the light with a brig
Canvas pants on the outside of the tibia
Another almond tree
The wind was so strong that it blew the legs out of shape. The wind put her smoke in a bun
Rolling up, the waves are based on this mold
Forms the stalk of the water lily
The captain's authority made her face bigger
You can now hear the hum of her four-stroke engine as it sleeps
Now I could hear her about the dying
The curse of hot and cold fate
The sea, hovering between tulle and wool fabric
But autumn represents a balance of betrayal
When the tears of the night fall into the waves
It fluctuates in all directions. People eat around the table
Thus appears wealthy and organized
They thought, out of the window, the self-disciplined waves on the railroad tracks
Like a train car, the servants rush past one after another
The doorknob creaked, but it seemed to be the wind
Why we are saved
If there is no such thing as not seeing
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > depressing fall</h1>
And I think everything is by design
I don't want to believe it, then and now
Autumn is like a decapitation
People fled the city in a hurry, and two dogs were raised at the station
It would only run between stations
A woman with bad intentions
There are chalk marks on the door that indicate her body
No one came in and out
Blame everything that is about to happen
Dust, blue skies, sea breezes pushed down
Billboards for ripe fruit
Prefer to believe in being punished
And don't believe they can't find the word "punishment."
If the devil is near
Let's take a few steps back
Sometimes wearing a hat, sometimes
Wear a headscarf
Sometimes they wear nothing
Standing in cheap clothes in the pouring rain
<h1 class = "pgc-h-arrow-right" > dulls walking Japanese</h1>
Put the redox potential
Return to the tribunal. Thunder rumbled in the distance
You can't hold it
Every flower in the flower cluster is a precious variety
Mezzo-soprano, tender slow board
Seems to be still in the small garden
Hear them laugh and see the flashes of their cigarettes
It's not like you're on duty
They were alert to the fact that the city was empty
Rectangular-faced Son of Heaven
Corresponds to the stars and the thinking sky
And the walls of the play did not allow any birds to fly in, soldiers
Walk from the east end of the palace to the west end
Represents all scales
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right" > how to end our careers</h1>
A whirlpool on the sidewalk
If you hear it howling at night
If you try to hunt in a woman's face
This vomit with bile; or worse
We exercise control over the flesh
Wind, tremors caused by night
Turned around in wonder
Negated the outline of the mist of the night. This dark life
Plain and pale
Absolute inhibition of laughter
Like a kind of accusation sitting down in front of an open-air café
Television producer
Cut open a sleeping bag
Discover the black sediment of dreams
With a deep sense of nostalgia
Having a deep life makes everything seem meaningful
We rode past
Leave the scent of a wooden woman
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right">WOMEN LOVE TO PLAY GUNS</h1>
Now he no longer owned the nautical charts
of the years marked out by the ribs, the rules formulated.
A new experience prevailed, the remote limestone zone
from Jules Caesar
like the carapace of a cockroach. Sad Italian
believed the equation isn’t soluble
because of Egypt
the wind blows over it, turning to a new subject
The woman who lost her family bondage, like an archipelago
separates the day and the night
by hand
No longer ask, why the fish that died on the hook can't be eaten.
if she had the weird ritual of autumn trading
in the latest compromise
the ship passes through a solder joint
between two basins
Port Saeed, sheltered under the black hat of
Spanish fort, near Pantelleria
The center point of two scallop shells along the Mediterranean Sea
close up
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right">BETWEEN EFFORT AND EFFECT</h1>
The closing sound of fish and the miser at night
stuck together
Who pays for this mistake?
Maybe, a strange face
think the most tiring thing
is death
Two iron gates, blackened, in summer
Children bend down,
simulate a replacement surgery for the opponents
to follow in our footsteps
In those years of innocence, a hot red stone
a symbol of passion and eternity for the fisherman
And the unbreakable peak, as death,
now appears in the conquered literary category,
A jogging messenger
his beautiful singing
sprinkle down countless meteors, from Brittany
the glowing highlights suddenly disappeared
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right">ANCHORAGE</h1>
The calyx is covered with frost, on the hairy stalk. That early morning
rusty snot flowed from the fairlead of the bow
The sun is in the silent bulwark, a cloud of moss
Prayer products cherished and owned by seniors. Because nothing
than salt, the scorching acid salt of the sea, a sailing boat without wind
and a refuge for a stress-free steamer
You stand outside and let out a low roar
will there be pain? Still a little trembling
Father's face as always
floating there, the surrounding becomes warm
It's my face, my life
weird and indifferent, it’s the coast of sheep’s shins
as light as volcanic rocks
also grey and very fragile
like glass will break at any time
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right">THE NAME OF A LAVENDER</h1>
Pieces of paper, good afternoon! the female crew stuff up against the current
bronzing, for her stomach of bone porcelain soup bowl
Because, frankly speaking, in this narrow crushing area
if the generator is accidentally stalled
I know you would say that it's not all true
however, there are dents left by fingers
How to think about the evidence we got
my young sister, weird, sounds illogical
Yes, philosophy is harmless. New coordination bond
my fingers go straight through the middle
The moon goddess became thinner, the authority of the dean
made her breasts smaller, but I still can’t forget
the ghost widow, once someone had such a thought
Yes, I admit, phenomenology is at work
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right">WHEN HAPPINESS BECOMES PAIN</h1>
Yes, in the drizzle, she is pouring water into our urine cans
Look, even if a person of faith
drive the brig into the light
Canvas pants outside the shin
another almond tree
The wind was so strong that it deformed the legs. The wind holds her smokey bun
rolling, the waves are used as a model
form the stalk of a water lily
The captain's authority had enlarged her face
Now can hear the hum of her four-stroke engine sleeping
hear her curse on the dying heat and cold destiny
The sea, hovering between tulle and woolen fabric
but autumn represents a balance of betrayal
When the tears of the night fall into the waves
all directions are ups and downs. People eating around the table
so appeared wealthy and organized
They thought, outside the window the self-disciplined waves on the rails
like a train car, rushing forward
The door handle creaks, but it seems to be wind
why we were saved
if don’t have these things that we can’t see
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right">DEPRESSING AUTUMN</h1>
And I think everything is designed
I don’t want to believe, no matter the past or the present
Autumn is like beheading
People fled the city in a hurry, two dogs raised at the station
just run around between stations
The malicious woman drew a chalk mark on the door
to illustrate her body
no one went in or out
Everything to happen is blamed on billboards of ripe fruit
which toppled by dust, blue sky, sea breeze
would rather believe in being punished
and don’t believe they can’t find the word "punishment"
If the devil approaches
we just take a few steps back
Sometimes wearing a hat, sometimes
wearing a turban
sometimes I don’t wear anything
standing in the pouring rain in cheap clothes
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right">MAKE WALKING JAPANESE DULL</h1>
Oxidation-reduction potential
return to the court. The rumbling thunder in the distance
you can't hold it
Every flower in the flower bush is a rare species
Mezzo-soprano, tender Adagio
seems to be still in the small garden
hear them laugh, see the sparkle of their cigarettes
doesn't seem to be on duty
they find the city is empty, vigilantly
The emperor with a rectangular face
corresponding to the stars and the thoughtful sky
and the drama fence doesn’t allow any birds to fly in, soldiers
walk from the east end of the palace to the west end
represents all scales
<h1 class="pgc-h-arrow-right">HOW TO END OUR CAREER</h1>
A whirlpool on the sidewalk
if you hear its howling at night
if you try to hunt on a woman's face
the bile-containing vomit; or worse
we implement control over the flesh
Wind, tremor caused by night
turned around curiously
negated the outline of the mist of night. a dark life
simple and pale
laugh restrained, absolutely
Sitting down in front of an outdoor cafe like an accusation
a TV show producer
open a sleeping bag
found the black sediments of dream
With a deep feeling of nostalgia
a life of depth makes everything meaningful
we red about
leave the fragrance of wood woman
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