Related works of Blx

Man is an advanced machine for making excrement.

Man is an expensive and advanced machine for making excrement.

Man is a stupid, expensive and advanced machine for making excrement.

People are poor, ignorant, expensive and advanced shit-making machines.

People are crazy, poor, ignorant, expensive and advanced shit-making machines.

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Be a gentle dreamer in Houjie.

Houjie is called the axis of the Pearl River Delta.

This is a good place to dream.

Those young people who went to Beijing to catch the exam passed by here.

Have forgotten the ambitions of their country.

Immersed in a chaotic and warm dream.

I can't extricate myself.

Rows of hotels, dance halls and nightclubs.

Bar street, pedicure house, sauna room

Stretch for several kilometers

From Hong Kong, Guangzhou, Shenzhen, Foshan and Zhongshan.

Guests from Zhuhai, Jiangmen, Huizhou and Dongguan.

We can arrive in an hour or two.

Time saving and low cost.

Every time the sun sets, night covers the city that never sleeps.

Flags fluttering in the wind, neon street.

Happiness is within reach.

No wonder some poets came to Houjie.

Witnessed her prosperity, confusion and decadence

He said it was very similar to Shanghai and Xiamen.

He also said that he would never leave again, and he would stay.

Be a gentle dreamer in Houjie.

2006.5. 12

Le Kang South Road

A commercial street parallel to Houjie section of Provincial Highway 256.

Ahead are brightly lit hotels and forests everywhere.

Flags flying, wine and wind hunting.

The base camp is in the rear, and the happy forest stretches for several kilometers.

The most authentic Le Kang South Road is at night.

The hot weather masked its mystery.

As night falls, colorful lights are flashing.

Famous brand shops, western restaurants and Sichuan restaurants on both sides of the street.

People from all over the world come and go.

The beautiful dress with suspenders has been dragged from the door of China Resources Supermarket to

Kandy Club, Jiahua Hotel, Coral Hotel, Sheraton Hotel

They hurried to thank the first guests for their kindness.

Some are thrown back into the street, maybe walking on the road.

On the way to the next entrance

Some people are still shopping, shopping and buying clothes, and they are leisurely.

Be sure to have an arm to hold hands with.

She has been sold and only serves one person for the time being.

Street vendors, migrant workers, wearing all kinds of suits.

The waitress, holding roses, sent flowers to the dead-bound couples.

A driver is carrying passengers and a lady is driving a BMW.

Traffic appears and disappears in busy streets.

Like two parallel fate line.

There will never be a crossing end.

7.22

The footsteps of Le Kang South Road

I seldom walk this street.

For the noisy market

I always resist from the bottom of my heart

But not every time.

My girlfriend and I came out of the store.

I have gained a lot and I am very happy inside.

The noisy sound also becomes beautiful.

The traffic didn't cause me panic.

I found that my steps can keep up with the rhythm of people.

But some things are still.

They are standing on the busy street.

There is a yearning cry in his eyes.

Whether you like it or not, do you need it?

I still hope you can slow down.

Even a look of pity

2007.4. 10

Gold xijiaocheng

What guests want is enjoyment and relaxation.

Imperial service

Nobody wants to pretend to be a grandson here.

No one will play the gentleman anymore.

They tore off their usually depressed faces.

Release your humanity to the maximum.

Flirting with beautiful young girls legally.

Many kiss the baby for the nurse’s sake.

Smooth skin, rough waves

The smell of orchids, the feeling of congealing fat

That sweet voice like an oriole

If gold can buy back youth

Willing to do my best tonight

2006.7.22

Foot massage girl

She likes men's lies.

She resisted submission and loneliness in teasing and indecency.

She knows the outside world through a real and vivid body.

Keep a subtle connection with the cruel reality.

She is marginalized and weak grass in the cracks.

She earns a meager income from bone pain.

Squeezed out of the juice of youth

Drinking is just for men to decompress and vent.

Like an iced drink, douse your inner desires.

She lives in the sweat and body odor of men of all colors.

She longs for sunshine, but sleeps during the day.

A job that turns black and white, a serious menstrual disorder

Brown spots as pale as butterflies linger.

Puffiness followed, consuming the beauty of youth.

Among millions of sisters.

She is really an ordinary member.

Youth is gone forever. She is also facing a transformation.

Or go downstairs and shuttle between hotels and sauna clubs.

Or go back to your poor hometown and let this experience

Become a boring dream

She still can't control her own destiny.

Survival Report: A Juan's Case Study

1.

They are the elite troops in a million-strong army.

They are not satisfied with the factory buildings and cheap labor under the steamer.

They have greater ambitions and more capital;

Beautiful appearance and brave heart

After enduring the exploitation of selfish bosses and cruel foremen.

Wrapped up his thin body angrily and ran out the door.

There is a bigger world and a better life outside. They firmly believe that

Maybe they weren't virgins before they left the factory.

But what does it matter? Cheated or voluntary.

Damn foreman, unscrupulous fellow villager, lecherous boss

Get out of here.

After squeezing out their weak bodies

In exchange for physical liberation and spiritual freedom.

2.

This is how A Juan jumped out of the fire pit and was introduced by a friend.

I trained for a month and got a technician certificate.

Everyone has a number on his chest.

I was really not used to low-cut overalls at first.

Bow your head and show your big breasts.

The guest's eyes are like two sharp knives.

Cut you to pieces in an instant.

The running water of time polished their reserve.

Soak in the sweat and potions of men of all colors, and get used to it.

They are now read by countless people.

Manipulation skills gradually mature.

Can instantly grasp the excitement of men.

Disintegrate all their will

A Juan fully demonstrated her talent and ability in this field.

She is now a big hit in the city of foot washing.

Working on the clock for more than 10 hours all day.

The guest can't forget her charming eyes.

And a perfect figure that protrudes forward and tilts back.

And the open fingering and smile. Flirting expert

3.

Overtime is the only way for them to raise their wages.

In exchange for teasing, pinching and sucking by men of all colors.

They are used to being held in their arms by strange men.

Maybe it's long gone. No matter these smelly men

Strong or short, rat brain or distinguished?

At this moment, man is God.

Just be happy when you meet your favorite guests.

You can buy a clock and go out for a drink, sing K and dance.

Many of Ajuan's sisters can also stay with guests.

Enjoy the excitement and games of one-night stand.

They want to live in purgatory in the factory.

It's even harder to get rid of such a luxurious style of play.

They don't want to fall, but they just don't have the courage to leave.

They are counting on the support of good people.

Or someone falls in love with her, marries her and lives an ordinary life again.

4.

A Juan left with a lovely little man.

Opened a small restaurant and earned his own living.

The little man was kind to her at first, and then he followed her.

The other young one ran away.

Sell the store secretly.

All her previous savings were invested in small shops.

There was nothing overnight.

After the little man ran away with the money

A Juan returned to the city of washing feet.

Times have changed. She is old and faded.

The competition can't compete with the newly arrived young red man.

In this way, she is wasting her last spring.

Her guests are getting fewer and fewer.

Most of the day, she sits on the log stool in the technician's room.

Watch TV numbly. The antics in the camera.

The sisters next to them laughed in waves.

Has been unable to touch the dead hole in her heart.

She only works when there are not enough technicians.

Go to the next unknown with a stiff smile.

Our guests.

7.26

Thoughts on March 8.

They say Houjie is

A man's paradise, a woman's till

On such a noisy night in Houjie

They will never gain much.

If there is no such thing as money.

No one's soul was saved.

2008.3.8

Jiushi

Gently disappear, she disappeared.

Fade the skin and disguise

I created her body.

Dark red spots, brown butterflies

Swing back and forth between two faces

Flowing like a ghost

many years

She was in my pocket the whole time.

I can catch it at any time.

But until tonight,

The wine thing just happened.

Maybe I really shouldn't.

emphasize

"Tonight"

2009.2.25

Experiencing some people is more painful than experiencing some things.

Walking with your feet in the most active south of China.

The rain in spring is sticky and flooding.

My poems are damp and moldy.

It's hard to see sprouting branches and leaves here in spring.

Looking at the shining street through the glass window

Any day is the same.

What am I looking for?

Pursuing a reliable smell

If you want to get rid of something, emptiness is inseparable.

If you can fly or fall

I'd love to, but reality keeps you alive.

I feel sick and wish I were dead.

Get your feet off the ground and step on the asphalt concrete road.

Walking carefully between glass buildings

You may step on broken glass at any moment.

Bleeding doesn't hurt, it hurts inside.

It's like a needle stuck in a nail. It hurts.

I don't want to hurt others, even those who have hurt me.

I don't want to be hurt by others, but my heart is too fragile.

Fragile as glass.

Yu Chunyu is economically strong in the south.

You can corrupt a person in an instant.

2008-7- 13

ferry

The moon melts and the tide breathes.

Blowing in the wind's lies.

When my boat left behind ten thousand mountains.

Desolate people are becoming desolate.

People came from all directions and rushed to all directions.

Spread out. The internal temperature drops.

Inner desire cools down.

In the southern water town, the economy began to feel lonely.

The ferry can't carry too many legends

Turbid river water, stirred sediment

A riverside factory that emits waste gas.

There is shiny rust on the foul water.

I can't see plankton.

Long dead.

Only the water hyacinth is floating freely.

They need discarded industrial nutrition.

Alkaline desolation

Ferry, ferry

Handheld long pole

Back to the greener grass

The south needs this male coin.

Los Angeles in the East

Cann't sneak into the depressed west

In front of the water hyacinth is a dry dry land.

Cross the black reef

We need to sail again.

Ah, the ferry! Go to the South Ocean!

In a boiling market, confidence is more expensive than gold!

They need fresh fruit, coffee and green tea.

We transport girls who have nothing.

Under the influence of the southern market economy

The sea breeze is salty and wet, and the girl is reborn.

I heard childhood songs.

Echoes through the ages.

2009-3- 14

Attend a "poet" party

What is a "poet"?

Their bodies exude a natural coquettish smell.

There is a great coquetry in their hearts.

This is a group of like-minded people.

They didn't bring gold or wine.

They brought more precious friendship than gold and wine.

Prices have gone up, but the poet still wants to live.

The economy is depressed, but the poet still wants to party.

How charming the night in the street is.

Poets come and go, born or dead.

These sluts, regardless of status or wealth.

Brothers and sisters get together and sing for freedom.

These sluts, they hide great happiness.

Compared with the superficial happiness of flashy streets

How extravagant their happiness is.

These sluts

Facing life, you can fail.

But they choose to be strong.

They have a fiery heart.

Can tolerate everything and digest everything.

These sluts

They read aloud in the messy and dim KTV room.

Their bitter voices are drowned out at any time.

But their thoughts turned into clouds.

Floating on the thick streets on a busy night.

2009-3-8

The back of the city

I'm taking a risk. The city is being expressed by some inappropriate words.

City of stars. South China is an economically developed place.

Businessmen's battlefield, men's paradise or hell, a place where a person lives a drunken life.

How many people expect to find their own gold in Dongguan?

On Dongguan Avenue, on both sides of the canal, in Dongcheng, in Cheng Nan.

Town streets with their own characteristics: Humen Houjie in Chang 'an. ...

The transportation network extending in all directions is criss-crossed with extension lines.

The only thing we can pursue here-speed.

Speed Racers and the Road to Speed Racing

GDP, money and the idea of racing against speed

Transform it, upgrade it and adjust the industry.

What slows down is the pace.

What can't be slowed down is desire: a blueprint that confuses people.

Who can see the back of this city clearly?

Hide the dirt of the times behind prosperity

Laoguanxiang River turned into a stinking ditch.

The wind in the banana forest can only echo on old photos.

In a brightly lit star-rated hotel

God has also become a clearly marked customer.

How many men died in tender dreams?

A country that has lost its fighting spirit hates family feuds.

A thousand glasses of wine lead to sadness.

Turn into urine and flow eastward

Who can see the back of this city clearly?

How many workers are penniless?

The undercurrent of unemployed workers clashed in the street.

The people at the bottom are struggling in the quagmire of survival.

They held the ants' heads high, looking for sunshine.

Helplessness is always covered by the powerful darkness in the dark alley.

Sewage rats swarm, wet prostitutes laugh.

I don't know which rental house screamed.

Fear and panic echoed in the spicy and suffocating streets.

Who can see the back of this city clearly?

Who can see the back of this country clearly?

Cities and countries are also taking risks.

2009.3. 18

A humid city

The rainy season in the south came as scheduled.

Heavy fog appeared over the city. fond illusion

Small drops of water fall slowly.

Embroidered into a thread for a while, slowly.

Coming down feels like spring humidity.

Voice: sticky, ambiguous and unreasonable.

New shoots are shining on the branches.

They are more proud than ever.

The street was wet with rain.

Like a dark green carpet.

Wider and more stable

Glass windows on the surface of tall buildings

Cure with a tiny crystal ball

Before they see the sun

It must still be growing.

The neon is still flashing tonight

A dim moth under a street lamp.

Pray to passers-by

Their wet mood

It will disappear after dawn.

Earthworms, toads, mice and many other animals.

Survivors in the corner of the city

They combine the infinite vitality of life.

Bloom in this spring rain night.

Tomorrow, on the dry road.

You will see their twisted bodies.

Morning in Houjie

Houjie in the morning

The streets are really clean.

Sprinklers and long music

Spray water mist evenly

The whole street is wet.

The air is good.

There are still few vehicles.

The red light at the intersection

Shine leisurely

No, every second counts.

busy

Rare enjoyment

A rare morning

I looked up at the sky.

Pale blue clouds

According to your own wishes

Walk in an irregular way

Some are changing.

Some are disappearing.

A barren garden (group poems)

( 1)

The rain shed all his tears.

The land became barren, and the shriveled chest of the earth opened again.

Crimson cheeks glow again.

Weeds grow wildly in the vulva.

Full of flowers on the chest

Give off a burst of attractive fragrance.

Besides, bees and butterflies are very charming.

A flash of lightning finally shot out of the sky.

the rumbling of thunder

(2)

Earthworms work with slender penises.

Snail, together with its semen, slowly consumes youth.

Toad, show off your ignorance with ugliness.

Frog, with its croak voice, escapes the fragility of life.

All the animals in this back garden are just a background.

The main characters are people who work and rest here.

(3)

The huge vulva of fishtail sunflower extends into the night sky.

Give off a faint blue-purple light.

Send a sexy and ambiguous message

A meteor glided through space.

Contraction of vulva

When I describe it like this,

The woman next to me smiled proudly.

(4)

When I write roses, vulgarity says to me:

"Don't give me the glad eye, I mean no harm."

When I wrote about Lily, Pure said to me:

"All my children are stillborn."

When I was writing art, the naked woman said to me:

"See, salivating. All men are like this. "

When I was writing a poem, the poet said to me:

"Once again gnashing psychosexuality. I like this feeling. "

Glass series (poetry)

1、

I am a pool of water.

Slide on the glass surface of the times

Turn your back on the city light.

Hide. In the corner of the city

Bloom cherry blossom-like youth in an instant.

Fashion, Sexy or Cruel?

I swallowed broken glass and my teeth coughed and bled.

Eyes red and swollen, indigestion

Consume youth as light as a feather.

As transparent as glass.

I never think about my future.

sick at heart

2、

This city is made of glass.

We are water.

We are water trapped in a glass jar.

We are heated, cooled, dumped and evaporated.

Even disappear.

We added all kinds of pigments.

Be dyed in many colors.

We are melted, quenched, polished and cleaned.

Cities cannot live without us.

Without water, cities can't survive.

But in a glass jar

There is no pure water anymore.

3、

Glass should be transparent.

However, glass buildings are blinded by the world.

From steel to glass

From metal to glass

Maybe after a century of patience and pain.

Or instantaneous atomic fission.

The surface is harder.

But the heart is softer and more fragile.

From silent iron to transparent glass

From factory to city

From Zheng Xiaoqiong to Chao Ge.

I see a more fragile heart.

4、

Chao Ge's heart is blx.

The surface is hard and the interior is fragile.

The girl who falls in love with spring holds a sharp weapon.

Carve patterns on his glass heart.

Some people draw flowers, others draw butterflies.

The scenery of love flashed by.

Someone wrote down their vows.

Then gently wipe it off.

Someone stabbed the monk's knife into his heart.

The glass breaks in the center of the blood.

Chao Ge's teeth are broken.

Swallow into the stomach

Singing doesn't need loneliness.

His loneliness is full of people.

5、

The sky is covered with more and more glass.

Birds no longer fly.

White clouds hang on the wall like wool.

The air is getting thinner and thinner

On the 36th floor, sitting in the revolving restaurant.

The charming night view of Houjie is at your feet.

Dreaming of the starry sky is like walking on thin ice.

Lovers hang in the air at night.

carried away by emotion

Floating lightly like an angel

Why am I unhappy?

There are two weights in the crotch.

As hard as glass.

Drop continuously

6、

When the city's housing prices are like towering glass buildings.

Insert into the sky

The glass is broken.

My heart is broken

Blx is broken.

Nothing can be seen in the transparent glass heart.

Like dark deals.

But I can use words on the glass heart.

Poetry describing darkness

My poem is my heart.

Sister glass, please allow me.

On your white body

Dirty semen

March 438+00, 2065

Grandpa's life

If you go to Downing Town,

Just grab a person and ask:

"Where is Dr. Luo Han Xin's clinic?"

Almost everyone will tell you enthusiastically:

"Go straight ahead until the end of the road.

That beautiful quadrangle. There are a pair of stone lions in front of the door. "

Countless people were cured by his hands.

I often had a fever and a cold when I was a child.

Every time grandpa gently sticks a needle in my ass.

It will be ready the next day.

Grandma is a child bride.

I have this impression.

Grandpa takes care of grandma.

She often cooks soup with ginseng.

Grandpa died suddenly that winter.

Suffer from myocardial infarction

Unprepared.

Grandma sits peacefully at the door in the sunshine every day.

Touch two stone lions

Patients are still in an endless stream.

Come to the quadrangle

Touch the stone lion at the door

Go away with a sigh

There are many strangers who come to see a doctor outside.

The villagers will still enthusiastically tell him:

"Go straight ahead until the end of the road.

That beautiful quadrangle. There are a pair of stone lions in front of the door. "

How many people deserve our love?

I passed a lonely path that morning.

I saw two strangers cooking in the shade of a tree.

They took out their small gas stoves.

There is a pot on it, cooking.

There are two modified three-wheeled cars parked next to them.

On the left, it says "specializes in building leakage"

On the right, it says "dredge the sewer in time"

Their car is their home.

There is a quilt in the cab of the car.

Some clothes are jumbled together.

There is still a pair of worn-out underwear hanging on the window.

In this case, I really want to talk to them.

If you can, listen to their insignificant lives.

I want to hug, too, like a suffering brother.

But the footsteps didn't listen to my advice.

Walk past them in a hurry