靜不下來。太久沒有回荒山野嶺了。在城市太久、太久了。需要清理、充電。

對於種種的排擠，感到心很累。第一次萌生暫別FB的想法。

她的生命像棉花糖

所以寫出棉花糖一樣的歌

沒有傷痕的人寫不出有重量的作品

生命寫的

不要偽裝

死亡

一直以來的是驚懼那遁入虛空

失去意義

當現在

生命有了「意義」

死亡有了「意義」

便不再驚懼

比惶惶而庸碌活著

這死亡太充實了

不在場上的人感覺不到

於是惶惑

其實死亡比活著充實

因為有了意義

在所有支柱之下行走

在所有垂憐之處乞求

我非常微小，卑微；我不再殺蟲子，而凝視牠們。我的業力那麼微小，卑微。

所以同時，我們便要想，現在寫的計劃書，我們還要怎樣做演出呢？

Gut feeling is very important. Follow our hearts. 自主真是重要。不要掉進羅網裡。

現在有甚麼演出還值得做？為什麼？

有甚麼毫不值得？又為什麼？

有甚麼可以治癒心的傷？

香氣嗎？

陽光灑在場上的影子嗎？

溫柔的結他嗎？

朱古力蛋糕嗎？

一個很辣很辣的火鍋嗎？

躺在床上一動不動

文字寫不出來

心弱弱的

我想要愛

我想抱住你

幸好天氣不冷

又乾燥如秋

否則就太悲慘了

我不相信死亡是終結

可以看見伯伯緊皺的眉與因悲傷而蜷縮的肩

安能不慟

你們結婚

他們淌血

生生世世

惡業翻滾

滅亡的列車一旦啟動

就沒有人能停下了

周同學

一個城市那麼大的悲傷

胸口無法盛載

儘管我以為我是多麼陽光的一個人

我只希望照耀你腦中的黑影

中醫師輕輕執著我的手

我哭得決堤

像一個冬天的所有落葉

在阿熱帶的秋天下午

陽光與遊客在催淚彈親吻過的栢麗大道上行走

我心臟疲弱

覺得快要昏厥

連忙想：開心

開心

我傻傻的每天許願

不再殺掉浴室裡的飛蟲

只為換一些業

讓少一個人受催淚氣或胡椒

我們在他們眼中如同昆蟲

我看他們是朽壞的人

比蟲子可怕得多

我也不怕鬼了

鬼如是冤靈

我只願真相終將彰顯

可怕的是貪婪的人 失義的人 無惻隱的人

人啊人

心臟於是慢慢強健起來

中通外直

Complete

通透澄明

無所畏懼

cohen

I was always working steady

But I never called it art

I got my shit together

Meeting Christ and reading Marx

It failed my little fire

But it's bright the dying spark

Go tell the young messiah

What happens to the heart

There's a mist of summer kisses

Where I tried to double-park

The rivalry was vicious

The women were in charge

It was nothing, it was business

But it left an ugly mark

I've come here to revisit

What happens to the heart

I was selling holy trinkets

I was dressing kind of sharp

Had a pussy in the kitchen

And a panther in the yard

In the prison of the gifted

I was friendly with the guards

So I never had to witness

What happens to the heart

I should have seen it coming

After all I knew the chart

Just to look at her was trouble

It was trouble from the start

Sure we played a stunning couple

But I never liked the part

It ain't pretty, it ain't subtle

What happens to the heart

Now the angel's got a fiddle

The devil's got a harp

Every soul is like a minnow

Every mind is like a shark

I've broken every window

But the house, the house is dark

I care but very little

What happens to the heart

Then I studied with this beggar

He was filthy, he was scarred

By the claws of many women

He had failed to disregard

No fable here no lesson

No singing meadowlark

Just a filthy beggar guessing

What happens to the heart

I was always working steady

But I never called it art

It was just some old convention

Like the horse before the cart

I had no trouble betting

On the flood, against the ark

You see, I knew about the ending

What happens to the heart

I was handy with a rifle

My father's .303

I fought for something final

Not the right to disagree

今天一直想哭。身體感受到了甚麼我所不知道的嗎？