爵士风云（杨艾琳）

The fluffy cat sat on my lap would reach out and scratch any cat with similar attempt. The cat, was a lovable one whilst the rest were either limping with a chipped ear or wounded, having too little to eat. Carrie Buck had to cut her Fallopian tubes "Three generations of imbeciles is enough." Said Holmes, a physician, a scholar of history, and a Humanist. It wasn't too long ago a century perhaps Some privilege decided the fate of the underprivileged while I stroke that lovable fluffy cat who is sitting on my lap reaching out her paws meows, "Look out for imbecile!" (~Reading "The Gene" by Siddhartha Mukherjee)

He no longer felt much about writing disintegrated, crumbled into pieces of self-deception, not having any opinion of his disconcerted life. However, he wrote to his sister about dividing up words those with the absence of truth and those far down the path of darkness not to be reach, at least for sometime. They don't amount to much, anyway, aesthetic and integrity because there has to be something compelling about the writings, than skimming on the surface of the water. To see words bathed in ignorance, he'd carefully covered his notepads let the words flickered on his computer screen until all had gone silent, not another word even from his sister. He looked up the sky contentedly, no more paper cups slipping away across the universe. Closed his eyes and reach out, for a moment he thought he grasped the cloud.

This McD I've never been around the corner where I renewed my passport while waiting, I decided to have a drink McD would be quick, and so I thought. I couldn't find the counter because nobody's behind it then two ladies giggled from nowhere and asked me what I need. I ordered a cappuccino cost me six fifty eagerly took out my collection card, but "We can't give you stamps, we only serve drinks." I shrugged and wondered if an apple pie might set things right these girls nodded but asked me to wait Six minutes the most that's what they promised and so I waited six and six and six minutes still. I finished my drink and it's about time Oh my, they had forgotten my dear apple pie! I asked for a refund and kept the bills guess it'll be just coffee and the ugly photo on my passport.

和你在树下闲聊 关于鱼的事 拇指还疼不疼 说起渔夫满手的伤痕 晚风是暖的，你用脚趾 轻轻推我的吊床 微晃的时候，我看见 许多个你 拿录影机的，握笔的 渔船上的，举起斧头的 被原住民围成一座城，还有 哄孩子睡觉的。 一阵晕眩，我赶紧稳住吊床 抬起头，这微笑太迷人。