sci-fi
conference
科幻会议。
cowardly
”who died? when is
the funeral?” daddy asked
again, “talk to me before
you leave for the cow burial”.
太空牛.
they are a family and they have cows. then some issues came about striking: cows from space, extraterrestrial cows. I’ll sue them! He shouted out loud. his wife and daughter are trying to relax him… “mother I'd love to deal with it.” [they are running the sci fi conference this year]. “who died?” one of the cows. “when is the funeral?” daddy asked again, “talk to me before you leave for the cow burial.”
hey dear friend,
how are your best days passing?
daddy stand strikes like ufo in the sunlight. I lay there as a projection, my knees held high, and the wind stood still, dreaming a day dream about space cows. but it will be all sorted out when mommy and daddy will call themselves myth.
a broken piano, I recall it’s crashed shape. no sound, like me - I drank directly from my mother-cow's nippel. where can I go now? coffee and breakfast. take me to a garage party, come along with me. taste my milk...
leaning girl
傾斜
the ceiling above you is about to fall on you, the constant state of your ceiling is that it always falls on you even when nothing happens.
胆小
stop people pleasing, staying silent, & feeling guilty… and start speaking up, saying no, asking boldly, and unapologetically being yourself.
space cow village
how funky is my space cow? how are her best days passing? and yes we have been here, and there was no such good reason for me to be there for you, so she can always come here.
