八月 2, 2007
1. 找一本叫東西的書,到髮型屋坐坐,一坐便四小時,屁股也開花,走時斷髮灑在日落山河,哈哈,瀟瀟灑灑,那有少年不風流? 恨不得一刀劈落髮際,往事已成雲煙。 2. 氣管不良,自從吸過如煙般的靈魂,我便不懂得病癒。別人問: 「病好又復發了麼? 」我說:「我根本未好過。」。媽媽給我熬了很多回白合驅魔湯,幫我將你的靈魂隨同排泄一起瀉走。哎呀,我又怎麼捨得呢,我個肺已經受傷了。
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