this room (i say), it's . . . i want to leave. you took this job to meet new people (and for the money) now here they are he leaves. i mingle. just last week i watched solaris and now standing here is my last lost love once more skinnier, more wicked (i would say) and yet with more fidelity everything else is the same. she has a familiar name echoing the mystery of the uncrackable heart i hate her i like her i cannot understand her namesake. why is she (this one before me) here so enticingly my last lost love, renewed i shake off the uncanniness and move on to be hit by uncanniness again this face i recall from the memory of a friend of a flirt with a dash of the vixen in italy her smile (the vixen's), her teeth her name as if hers (the friend of the flirt's) she does molecular biology what fun. faces faces faces faces faces faces faces faces faces everywhere recognitions (dis)similarities where have i come what have i done this hauntology -- 英語文工作室 http://www.wretch.cc/blog/jsengstudio/ 個板 defenestrate --

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