dear God

Is zero a number?

misdirection

I always look both ways
crossing a one-way street
twice

moon

A few nights ago I walked out of the gym and saw the moon flying across the sky.  I wondered if it was a sign, I wondered if God had appointed me to be the next prophet.  Soon I realized, the clouds were just playing tricks on my eyes, casually amusing themselves with several rounds of peekaboo.  But for a slight moment though, I did feel elated to be alive.

名字

其实每个中国人的名字都很有意思。父母都把一生的希望和理想寄托在两三个字里。在决定名字那一刻，他们会重复默念亿万次那感觉上独一无二的选择。但多年的人生会把孩儿名字凄凉地挂在亲戚、朋友、老师、同事、老板的口边。那绝世的魔力也便完全地被摧毁。因神没有纪念人的虚名，最后爸爸，妈妈，和孩子只会感受着终极的无奈。

dear God

Do you want anything?

artificial

I thought I've been through this kind of artificial day before, this day called birthday.  Really, the only person that should be a little concerned with today is my mother.  Even for her, it is probably pain she wants to forget.  But I can' help but to feel a little wishful, wish that today will be different from yesterday, wish that today will be different from tomorrow, wish that the sun rose for me, and only for me.  I know, though, nothing will happen, because nothing ever happens.  Wishes were called wishes for a reason.

I don't know if that is more lamentable, or the fact that I can't drink with my homeboys on this artificial day to chirp about how young we still are, how old we'll become, stuff we did, things we'll try to do, girls we lusted after, women we'll marry to, goals we abandoned, and dreams we'll forsake.

We're no longer looking up, we're looking down.  What did we find at the top?  What did I find at the top?  Will we ever remember?  Will I?

I've lost track, I don't know how much more blithe I can be.   

大便

世上最大的 irony
是当我看不起人时
人更加看不起我

last night

Last night, I threw a match into the forest
today, it became a fire.
I feel sorry for you
because, baby,
you were only meant to be a spark.

履历

22年前我的诞生
那是母亲的错
白纸染红了
那是父亲的罪
口中的狂言
是别人的字
心里的邪淫
是异性的赤裸
生活里的奢华
是资本的奖励
年幼的追赶
是无知的活力
年老的奔波
是避不了的死路

基督的十字架，不是我订做的
南京的大屠杀，不是我下令的
天安门的坦克，不是我驾驶的
九一一的飞机，不是我发明的
印度洋的海啸，不是我卷起的
四川的大地震，也不是我启动的

沙漏里停不住的流沙，怪引力吧
少女逝而不回的青春，怪秋天吧  
世上源源不绝的饥饿，怪泥土吧
死？
那就怪生命吧

别看着我
一切都与我无关

我是世界上最无辜的的人。