--以下因无名的百天规定而转载此处-- 随着年龄增长，课业加重，就，没时间写了嘛。 12 Aug 2004 - Dying There's only one feeling I can sense. A sense of dread. Body weakened, there is no sound. Only the pounding of the drums, spiraling up to the brain, boiling the liquid into a dance. My soul wandered restlessly, following the path of doom. Stomach crunching, acid going down the slides; intestines. I am weak, mortally wounded and soulfully too. I need to get out, break free I want to die... 24 Aug 2004 - Perl Poetry (Adapted from -erhm, somewhere-) APPEAL: study, write, study, open book, study, read (scan, select, skip); write it, print note while each page, reverse book, flip page, write again; kill headache, pop pills, chop, split, kill me. unlink life, shift, wait & listen (listening, wait), sort the mind (then, warn the "kin" & kill the "feelings"); kill them, dump hurt, shift responsibility, values aside, each one; die feelings! die to reverse the system next step, kill the next love, each ...