Love like a displaced

 Love like a displaced
1: just a simple woman, in the desert in search of the so-called never
windy day, blowing a few centuries from quiet a long sigh. I hid in the corner smoking, sorption breathing, the taste of nicotine filled the room, cigarette butts all over the floor, they are left incomplete, lazy writing the lonely. in the dark I was simply looking for breathing, so despite the erosion of the cold. He just left , the first thing after the door kiss me crazy, when the passion fades, he left, the last thing before the closing means he will never come, the heavy door shut, find any of my clothes sighed, and his naked body temperature.
I'm snow fur, hair is always disheveled, pale face is always, always enchanting smile, eyes like a cat, likes to wear red soft-soled leather shoes like the ultimate crushing, like listening to a man love me in my ear, like to see a man look for my grief, twenty-three years old, living in the eighteenth floor of a block of flats, ambiguity, a person living , with single bed, dark obsession, for a long time at the window to see clear sky and write pieces of text read, I thought I would die at any time.
I'm obsessed with a man, his name is Zhe. He never dare to look me in the eye, he said to me in the eye, he would palpitations, heart pain slightly. So he put me in his arms, in my ear, said: snow, moss, I love you, you is my cat. When he finished, I held him tightly in his arms, giggle, and I remembered in my heart broken all about the philosophy, as if the body is a feast, with gorgeous echo is dry. just think, if you can pretend, I must be a woman philosophy, and philosophy of women only.
life has been repeated a gesture, a gesture of pride, just to cover the depths of my heart humble, my soul into the dust of low, has the world look like a queen. She called Lausanne, is my woman. That night, we are naked at the window, watching the flickering on the floor, the dim light, phase, as laughing, and then tell forever. Lausanne is a beautiful woman, nineteen, I believe there will be a man with her to flee the horizon, to a quiet place to live, but the man never appeared. We rely on the body take temperature, as cats like.
finally, philosophy, or in a country such as the blood of the sunset in the afternoon, and said to leave me, leave my body and have my space. I do not know between me and him What, just remember him as the crazy violent. the room began flickering lights that they pull hysterical tear of time and temperature. I began to learn to smoke a cigarette a memorial a rusty mind. When Love is only obtained with the suit, are there any memorable? and between philosophy and I really love it? cat I just philosophy, but philosophy is just a cigarette I spend my lonely.
Finally, I was one of the heavy rain in the morning, to Lausanne to leave my bed, she quietly dressed and has a smile, my firm seems to have become a joke, Lausanne, leaned over and kissed my cheek and said: for me to die, but now, I think I can die in Lausanne, but I would also like to let her go, just because my life can not withstand the ravages of emotion.
I like simple breathing, you can gently in the mirror and smile to myself and then raving with joy. I got a crush red, the color of that blood, as if the tears will never be, they are the streets of Tibet sent to the lack of deep memory. had, I think a person come to my own days of old land shortage, you can always hold hands with, but the time vulnerable people sigh, the wind over the years only traces of pale, even those who have been depicted in color, all stains The laughter can mark a cycle of relentless things.
evil white is soft, memory beginning was empty tracts of white, Lausanne is a winter morning, called to tell me: The pain hurts, my heart is like being tapped with a finger, while a burst of pain hit my body, I feel that I want to leave, never to leave, snow fur, you have to carry on living. , Lausanne died that day, is dead with a knife into the heart, I did not cry, I smile back because of philosophy, philosophy in a moonlight night in every corner of the city came back, he said: Snow moss, and if I can, I want you to do the happiest woman in the world, then, one day, so you do the world's most beautiful bride. I smiled at people raving in the light of happiness, happiness is the ultimate broken.
2: just an ordinary girl, a lot of mind blowing its own trumpet, Lengnuanzizhi
sideways into the person's time is body, and I have always believed destiny, believe in reincarnation. I'm obsessed with alcohol stimuli, their stay in my body was, as my mind slowly evaporate. Philosophy is a bar that will love me forever , that place with loud music, having an affair with the crowd, there is laughter in the lonely, the spread of the alcohol and indulgence. I would not look at philosophy, philosophy looked down at my exposed breasts, I grabbed the philosophy of the left hand, placed it in in my breast, gently pulled out of his left hand philosophy, I giggle with a smile, the music suddenly stopped, everyone looked at me, I laugh can make snow in winter in Shanghai.
My name is Lausanne, mouth always disdain, has been a cold smile, as if the princess is a proud, stubborn to walk, I believe forever, like the evil white, like the perfect pain, like the exchange with men in the dark body, like to watch men tears in front of me, the age of nineteen, living in a corner of the city, numbness, feeling lonely people is shameful, like snakes, delicate makeup, red lips, blue eye shadow, like palpitations pain, feel happy is a luxury.
I'm obsessed with a woman, she called the snow tongue. She never said love me, but in the night holding me tight, light raving on do not leave me. She is a clean and sober woman, the cold is an extension of her soul out, so we often hold together for warmth, while the naked body can not touch that heart away. That night, she put me in her arms, on my lips said: Lausanne, with you I always feel bad. So, I think I was a distressed woman, but I do not only love to laugh, cry injury.
everyone looking ever, it is the eternal praise for so long are just a sigh in the end in the termination of breathing, but can not terminate the cycle. I often deadpan, he was stubborn in my face spread, just like the blue sky looked , I think they are to never tell a beautiful story of zero. Philosophy is a cat man, the empty ring finger on his left hand, believe that a man's life in his deep love for a woman only, If the woman deserted by that love, this man would be incapable of loving another woman.
Later, when I am with snow on her tongue once again embracing on the single bed, her touch me to go , said he hoped I left her life. a great day the rain outside the window, the room quiet Jiyu asphyxia, a piece of my clothes, smiled to see the snow like a child's face fur, did not think she would like to catch a Like a cat to chase me away, just remember I was bent over to kiss her face, and then tell the pain. She has been silent, with eyes closed. once I said I love the snow moss, moss snow I belong to a woman, and now , but found that promise is nothing more than to deceive their own.
Later, when the philosophy once again into my body, my philosophy, said: ; philosophy to leave my body, sitting on a bed smoking a pick, a room full of smoke, and I blinked to see philosophy, time away from the fingers. He said: know I love you, I'm just obsessed with the snow had moss. I, I stood by the window smoking naked, face expressionless on the philosophy: the white space, they are a little quiver, I can not find happiness export, I did not understand what love is. I'm obsessed pain, that will never be the choice, it is the extreme pressure of the knife in the chest, hands hidden send a lot of good. once, I believe that philosophy can take me go days old to be wild and I the temperature of his collection, but I lost the expression of injury in the snow moss where some happiness is incomplete, and I Happiness is like night and day alternating at the moment, is so close, but not fusion.
the color red is evil, and love, only red alone is transparent, I am in a floating snow in the morning, call on the philosophy: Moss, if I'll be gone, you was asked I love snow moss! , the picture of two people to laugh at the silly. Philosophy of the last words I said: a knife inserted into the heart of bitter, when helpless despair pushed to my place within reach, I only death, death is a relief.
3: just an ambiguous man, that want to enter a woman's heart, into her vagina should first be a gorgeous
carnival ambiguous, I am not good at playing emotional games, just not a woman can make me step in, I got a crush woman's body, like alcohol and tobacco addictive. I exchanged a lot of lonely women, because the lonely struggle, and then indulge entangled loneliness. I have said many women love to the end, I found that I seemed incapable of love, I can not afford to fall in love with a woman until I met Lausanne, until I encountered snow moss. I did not think they will have emotional entanglements, I just want to play a protracted affair, moss and snow if Lausanne is a woman, be nice.
My name is Zhe, smile has been hanging in the mouth, brow reveals ambiguous, slender fingers, a clean smile, a warm chest, flat head, chest mole stars, believe in love, like the green pride, like to flirt with women, like the woman that I love you want to take a woman went to the ends of the earth belongs to us, walking in the desert city of tenderness, like the sexy beautiful women, accustomed to sleeping in the nude, the raising of the dogs, smoking, drinking, like a ghost, like reading, like writing a good woman, come up with a novel.
once, I said I love her fur snow, but omitted the last part, the last part is: only in the night. Snow moss is not a great love Women's sense of security, like a smile, in my eyes, she is a cat, you can gently, you can also hysterical, and I always wanted to try to understand her, but I'm afraid I will fall into, so, has been standing in the position of attention she hoped station her in the face of her approaching, but I kind of want to escape the idea. snow moss is not a woman believe in love, she only need a man, as long as you can in the middle of the night with her gentle, this man could be anyone. love is pure thought could save her, the only salvation she found only her own.
once, I Lausanne that I will love her, and when I saw Lausanne, I decided to to love her, walked with her happiness forever. but she just love the snow fur, her body and soul are attached to the snow coating the smile, I want to touch them, but it is so carefully. I believe in Lausanne Let me love can be attached to me with her gaze a moment, I know the heart, the seeds that are ambiguous in the evaporator, I always looked at Lausanne gentle, but she was cold like a queen.
results, in a room full of love, Lausanne, naked to meet my request, she suddenly hugged me cry, that time of the clock point to twelve o'clock midnight, and she said to me, other name of a woman, and asked me to be with her, I can only smoke in silence, unspeakable sentimental heart, I am not good at expression of a man, so the customary silence. looked indifferent Lausanne I suddenly face heart sore, that she uses her eyes fiercely against my heart, love is not a thing, not giving or charity. I Chenzheyese left the room in Lausanne, Lausanne, and that does not love me, fled to Lausanne, the woman mentioned in a single room.
result, the same night, I fiercely into the snow coating the body, lingering after the snow tongue I said: in your life, this is the last time I have sex with you! She suddenly laughed, Bi Luosang still chilling laugh. I got up and left, before the door, again and again to leave. the night of the soul is a tear, and finally found a woman does not love me to complete, like I have no way of having sex with a woman Flirt, like hysteria.
happiness and then step away from reality only a thin, If you love to love fiercely, but when people are really loving at the same time, but also regardless of the energy of love. They will glow, the same will be cold as ever. I always think I know love, but I can not do anything in love before, several years ago, a woman took all my money, leaving a note saying: I love you, but I have to leave you. From that day on, I began to wander in the night, I believe that love is just torn the cover of men and women, so I was so ambiguous, who love to pay all pay a, in return for telling a false yellow. And now, I do not know how to feel bad Lausanne.
green is the color of loneliness, and loneliness but is so shameful, I am in a stretch of warm evening sun , called on the snow Moss said: After this sentence, I suddenly wanted to laugh, had so deeply I can be all this from Lausanne, I Ai Luosang, therefore, love is transferred to the snow coating the body. snow moss does not say, long moment of silence, and later, a light, said: before quietly retreat to think about before the end of this winter, with snow moss married.
4: only a displacement of the ambiguous, barren love
a novel written in here, have an end. on ending, do not want to write through. If someone obsessed with the story, try to write a conclusion (if you prefer, you can blog post, I admire).
The following is the outcome of the night Princess wrote:
4: only a displacement of the ambiguous, a love
barren spring occasion, I forget in our love away. Lausanne grave planted Qingren Cao, this is the most favorite flower Lausanne during his lifetime, and when all no longer exists, the Qing Rencao can only secretly sighed. growth pattern is still in the breeding of woe. Zhela me to say: ?. cycle, we the living, there is no reason to sorrow. flowers on the occasion, and Philosophy forget themselves in the rivers and lakes.
time in rolling, and my heart is at a standstill. with a massive wedding to wash away the corruption of my heart. and then cover with a white wedding I live in your soul to bleed. But all this does not seem to give philosophy, but, I want philosophy in the subconscious can give me, give me what I want, and I just want to have a complete Lausanne, Lausanne, but they can not complete it for me.
my wedding with the philosophy set in the clear cloud of the summer, because summer is a season for people to want to bare, and we can also open and aboveboard The love of our rusty out to dry. Whenever it comes to love the word, my soul, there is something deep in the bottom of my heart and tore it endless numbness, loss of pale color.
from me and zhe wedding three days, I began to prepare, prepare a beautiful white wedding dress, philosophy began to busy disappeared, and even cut corners when making love, as if evaporation from the Earth who want to fast.
and philosophy from my wedding Another day, I carried a bouquet of Qing Rencao see Lausanne, Lausanne, just want to say that I will be happy. In Lausanne, I saw the tomb of philosophy, he was lying on the ground, blood spreading beneath his , I accidentally stepped on his blood, red is my favorite color, I see it the ultimate tragic. I suddenly laughed, shaking his arms in the Qing Rencao. Philosophy is the knife into the belly of death he was smiling when he died. His fingers pointing in one direction, I looked down in that direction, questions the distance. Zhe side there was a note: Lausanne, I love you, I just want to love you forever, and always just a moment between life and death to last forever.
philosophy I love so, although I have not said to him. even if he cowardly escape with death, and I still love He, even he said he would Ailuo Sang, and I still love him. I left the city, walking in somewhere else in the shaking of a desolate city, I smiled and displaced, I want to live, if I die , our love can not survive, starting today, only love themselves.