59: Lie
 
如果写作成为职业

那么注定要为生活编造谎言

曾经，是那样爱着，伤心，愤怒

眼睁睁看自己掉下一个深的旋涡

却义无返顾

不知是这样的人生造就了我自己

还是自己造就了这样的人生

但是当时，那又是多么甜美

就像，爱得越多，虚伪的成份也就越大

吻过之后便是欲望的压抑，或爆发

但是，搀和着谎言的谈话总是另人愉快的

没有人想要谎言

但谁能离开它？

If write to be speciality

So deatine make lies for life

How love and sad and mad I was

I look on helplessly seen my self, miss one's step a deep spire

No shirking

Don't know, the life make own me

Or I make the life

But then, how it was sweet

As like as, the greater the love, the more false to its object

After the kiss comes the impulse to throttle, or erupt

But, a mixture of a lie doth ever add pleasure

Nobody want lie

But you never leave it
 
 (Thanks Michael wrote to me this, I love so much!!!)

It was building on a foundation...... a sure rock was leading nowhere.......smooth sailing into the wind.......turning aside all tertiary.......and setting the record straight.....applause please.......oh yes .....you must move aside.......grumble  you woe begone.....annihilate the blister.....replicate the splendor......and don't forget to feed the dog......and move I said........that was mrs. Higgins famous line .......next door to the rhubarb patch.........she used to go there but wouldn't tell a soul........late september........we could see the dew........applause please............. it was building on a sure  foundation.   
 

(2003-4-30 23:58)