Are we living in a post-apocalyptic era, or the apocalyptic one?
It is what it is, until it is not.
It is neither the best nor the worst of the times…
Are we living in a post-apocalyptic era, or the apocalyptic one?
It is what it is, until it is not.
It is neither the best nor the worst of the times…
Dangling between his wrist
His pocket watch
Painted silvery enamel
Falling down, falling down
Will you fly off to the crust of moon
Even if it is inhabitable still
Distant sky distant sphere distant star
Just to see it the other way around
桑德兰死后的第一个“早晨”突降得,几乎不可原谅得平静。
教科书中描述过咽喉刺痛,感官视野急剧放大的症状,却无法解释他目前的清醒,与精神的极度集中。
很好,他被精心清洗过,精神焕发。
A broken prism. Gilded with silver, glass and pyrite. The day is long yet time fell short. All are blurred fragments, incomplete montage collected in a broken lantern.
At times, when the spider turns to a chandelier to a clock
All of the modernistic wonders
Could not compensate for
Lights on, lights off
时间中,隐藏着敌人与朋友与铁针。
有些回忆,人们很晚才会刻意回想起来。时间过去了数年,直到被拖进代表终结的昏暗房间,才突然再次听到昔日的对话与远方的水声。
Fake Rondeau is full of shades:
The world is full of shades
Full of people throwing shades
When the angle is right
Blue blood on marble floor
It’s a chessboard
But with people on it
“如果一定要说什么,你在这里待的时间恐怕够久了。”希拉侧头咬下暗红色的手套径自说,“只有死者才是真实的。它们同我一样,它们等候你,正催促你去呢。”
A listicle for the usurpingly inclined. Sometimes, you just want to channel your inner villain and defend the IMPERIUM against shady young activists.
All tomorrow’s songs blend together, into a white wolf in a plain of snow.
Where had the piano gone?
You had a dream in hell
Every line is a punch line
When you have something to punch
假如这是吟游诗人浪漫主义的骑士故事,此刻反派必将开始正式对决前依照常例,以充满诗意的咏叹调格式长篇大论,双方展开渐渐走火升级的谩骂嘲讽。可惜这并不是。