Monthly filing: February 2014

Voyeur


There was a prostitute living in the room on the north of the 13th floor opposite. The night came down like a black spider web. My eyes moved away from my binoculars. Tonight, she had not met her guests. I was disappointed. I sat down in the curtain, lit a cigarette, and the smoke was like a devil. I thought of her naked body and provocative posture, stroking Mauser M1896 beside me, The texture of metal came from the palm of my hand. I held it against my nose, and the smell of smoke and engine oil passed through my mind. I was too familiar with this smell. The bullet shot from the gun barrel, passed through the muscle fibers, bones, and blood vessels in the chest, and reached the heart, like thunder in thick clouds. The surrounding was still and hairy. The shape of the smell was like a smoke ring that gradually dissipated from the barrel.

I walked into the bathroom without taking off my clothes. I plunged into the bathtub filled with cold water and held my breath. It seemed that after a long time, I heard my heart beating faster and faster, and I was going to kill them. I said to myself again with certainty that I lifted my wet hand to grab a shuttle of bullets from the corner of the bathtub, loaded it, pulled the bolt, lifted my head from the water, and walked out of the door with wet feet.
The night wind whipped up the clouds in the sky and on the road, and the moonlight was hidden in the depths of the clouds. I followed the stone steps, passed through the glass door, and waited behind the wooden door of the safety passage on the twelfth floor. The pointer pointed to twelve o'clock. I heard footsteps coming from upstairs, "Sure enough, this bitch, how could she let go of every wandering night?" I cursed secretly, holding the gun, Follow the stairs and approach the 13th floor quietly.
"Let me touch it," he said. "I've paid for it."
"When you get to the door, you can't wait any longer"
"It's exciting outside. No one is there anyway"
"Don't do that." She lowered her voice. "I always feel that someone is peeping at us."
As if I had been suddenly discovered, I quickly inserted the pistol back into my pants pocket. Then I heard the sound of the key turning the lock cylinder. After a short hesitation, the door was locked from the inside with a "bang". I was a little annoyed and walked to the door against the wall, with my ears against the door.
"Here you are," she said. "I hear a voice. Why are you standing at the door? Come in."
"What about others?" I asked, "I clearly heard someone with you."
"Who is it?" She was puzzled. "I'm waiting for you, dear."
"Stop knitting. He's wearing brown jeans, a black T-shirt, and long hair. I saw her coming in with you."
"Who is there?" She came over as usual, put her arms around my neck, and put her lips to my ears: "Don't be paranoid. I've been waiting for you at home for a long time. How can you come?"
"You bitch" I pushed her away and walked straight to the bedroom: "I'm going to kill him"
I went into the bedroom, opened the wardrobe, lifted the sheets and searched every corner of the open balcony. She stood behind me without saying a word.
"Where the hell did you hide him?"
She didn't answer me. She sat down on the sofa and stared at the TV
I strode to the sofa and said, "Where are the people?"
She still ignored me and raised her eyes coldly
"Do you want to tell me?" I took out a pistol and pointed it at her
She stood up quickly, slapped my gun and said, "If you still want to taste the benefits of skin and flesh here, you should put away your suspicious personality."
"Don't do that." I put my head in my hands and sat down on the coffee table. "You know, I love you."
The air was still like holding my breath. After a long time, I looked up like a wronged child, and put one hand on her shoulder: "Forgive me, don't be angry." I stood up, put her head in my arms, and kissed her from forehead to lips. She was a little breathless, and gradually smiled, I began to take off her ribbon blouse and all the way down her long stockings.
"Pull up the curtains," she said to me vaguely lying on the sofa, "I always feel that someone is spying on us from the opposite side."
"Leave him alone." My hand is on her smooth belly, and I stick down along the smooth curve
"Please, pull up the curtains." She twisted her body
"Wait a minute, someone knocks at the door." She hurries to get dressed
"No, it's a killer" I said

Hello, SZ


SZ:

Hello, I fooled around with you in the spring of 2010. You are a person with strong self-discipline. At that time, I pursued a girl and came from KS. We two men lived in a small room of ten square meters like a pair of friends. Your shift seemed very strange to me. The three shift system is to work every two days. Sometimes we sleep in the daytime, sometimes we sleep at noon, I found a job where I couldn't make ends meet. I occasionally blackmailed you for a meal of fried egg rice or fried noodles. Now I think it's very interesting. Sometimes I go to the Little Fly Restaurant to drink a bottle of snowflake beer when I'm extravagant. When the night comes in spring, the smoke curls up on the way back through the Internet cafes. Sometimes we rush in and come back separately, Lying on the mat with bare arms and looking at the rough painted ceiling, when it was hot, we got up several times in the night, ran to the bathroom on the second floor, put a basin of cold water from head to bottom, and then slept separately with bare arms. Later, we wanted to change to a large house. We strolled back and forth in numerous residential areas on Penglai Road, but failed to find a house with 400 yuan, two rooms, one hall and bathroom, We saw all the advertisements on the telegraph poles, toilets and simple houses, and finally we returned to the 191 room on the third floor north of the house. The sun was just right, and the wind blew in, and we could occasionally smell the smell of camphor trees in the air.

Later, when I parted hands, you jokingly asked me that I was still strong, that I had returned to a single life, and that you were not much better. As a loser, you came to the city for love, and to be closer to your idealized little girl. What you described back and forth was just a rational action, and never saw any substantive progress. At that time, you were still writing, I wrote some prose poems in the space. They were scattered without form or spirit, and the poems were even less. However, because of the parallel prose like words such as "entangle Jin", "smile like flowers", and "loneliness collapses into sorrow", I often had one or two female netizens shouting in unison below, cheering. I often hid behind my mouth and sniggered, but the good times didn't last long, One day, I finally fell into your hands. It was autumn. I got a mainframe with a big butt LCD monitor. The two of us played stand-alone games at dawn. You played the stand-alone version of Warcraft, and I played the game of plant vs. zombie. As a loser, another function of the computer cannot be ignored. My 1TB Pentium has stored hundreds of gigabytes of adult videos at most, It was dark and windy that day. When I came back from the company, I was bored and decided to spend my lonely time in the virtual world. You usually came back after 12 o'clock in the middle shift. I calculated the time, but I was not in good condition that day, or the novelty of the video gradually declined. I lingered until I entered the foreplay. I had no choice but to find the rare version of Lina Sakamoto, Sex bar, with you blooming in spring, I feel gradually growing. In the autumn wind at night, I feel a little warmth rising from the back of the spine to the hypothalamus. What a wonderful feeling! Suddenly, you didn't knock at the door and burst in. I was unprepared and jumped up from the stool. The scene was a bit awkward. Why did you come back so early? At the end of the night, the machine broke down and left work early. My wisdom has been destroyed by you. Fortunately, it has not had any psychological shadow on my future life. In order to make up for the psychological trauma, I have always been above embarrassment and have deep sympathy for those who have the same experience with me.

As the days went by, Luo Dayou sang in his love song: "You once said to me that you would always love me. I know what love is, but then I left this city. It is a city that I should never miss. What I had in this city was only failure and unforgettable memories. Later, I came to a small city in the north, I cut off all connections here. I didn't have a cell phone like an ascetic monk. In the autumn of 13 years, I stayed in the cold town in this winter. I used the 2M broadband to apply Master Hongyi's verse, "Spring is full, the heart of heaven is full", to commemorate the year I once seemed to practice: we came to the world alone, left alone, and I cried a few times when I was alive, People cry a few times when they die, that's all.

In the evening, we met again on the Internet. During our conversation, we talked about material and spiritual topics. Who the hell knows how to talk about such a perverse topic? You said you wanted to make money and work hard to make money. If there were two appearances, your wife would not need to work. If you had money, you could go to the best school for your children. I would not object to driving your children to school and studying abroad, I just said that spiritual life is needed. Wang Xiaobo said in the Silent Majority that it is not enough for a person to have this life, he should also have a poetic world. I think this is the life I want, and at least the pursuit is also interesting. I don't like to argue with others about something. Plato recorded in the Republic that Aristotle argued with a lot of people about justice. Although Aristotle seemed to have the upper hand every time, I believe that none of those who lost ever felt that they lost, We state our own opinions, absorb others' opinions if they are reasonable, and go to hell if they are unreasonable. There is no need to argue. You talked about the choice of a girl once, and emphasized that this is the reality. Life is a slow process of being hammered. As people grow older, their hopes disappear day by day, and finally become like cattle being hammered. But until now, I still believe that I will continue to grow stronger, and nothing will be hammered at me. I admit it, but I don't accept it, This is the place where spiritual life can be comforted and full of hope. Otherwise, one day we will have everything that material life brings us but find that we have nothing. It is like having the highest configuration computer but no electricity. This is my understanding. I hope your dreams will be successful in the future!                                                              
                                                                    

Hello, electric donkey


                                                                                        Picture: A pear flower pressed with crabapple

Electric donkey:

Hello, in 2004, I walked into an Internet cafe with 10 yuan in my arms on a dark and windy night. Many years later, I can still remember the small note I opened carefully. It said that I press the power switch, double-click IE, and input the website. When I was in a hurry, I pressed the last Enter key with my ring finger of my right hand, I gave a long sigh of relief. I clearly remember that the first website I went to was under the banyan tree, a green banyan tree. Visitors with user names and passwords were invited. Like many other things I had done, I never made a qualitative decision. Soon after that, I was no longer satisfied with browsing literary websites. At that time, I did not know Google. I understood that Baidu was just carrying a person across the river.

But no one expected that I would soon become a key target of the school. At that time, after self-study in the evening, the headmaster led a group of head teachers to rush into various Internet cafes in the town from all directions. The consequences of being caught were unimaginable. Maybe it was my good character, or maybe I had never complained to the society, Although the rectification movement was fierce, it still did not stop a group of people from embracing the Internet. More and more people went online. We chose to go out at midnight. The advantage of night charter is that the amount of work is large and the price is low. The headmaster is also a person, and he has sex life to live. Several people who are familiar with each other meet at the entrance of the Internet cafe. There is an independent small room. The 98 system. The advantage of regular blue screen is that the restart of Dafa has never failed, Over time, the communication information has gradually become more and more. For example, we have learned to search from "breast" and "genitals" to "body art". At that time, Tongjiali's art photos have improved the aesthetic of a lot of losers, Lu Xun said, "At the sight of short sleeves, I immediately thought of white arms, full nudity, genitals, sexual intercourse, hybridization, and illegitimate children. Chinese people's imagination can only leap so far at this level." This is true. I don't know where an expert learned his tricks. I knew that the keywords had already changed from "South Korea" to "America" "Japan" jumps to "college students" and "mistresses". The software used is PP Diantong. The Internet Star has a download link. We are not familiar with the operation of the software. Some people can search the results, while others can't. It depends on luck. But after all, we have jumped from a static two-dimensional picture to a three-dimensional picture, which is a qualitative leap, It is of great significance to learn to walk upright. But over time, the luck sometimes can't be satisfied. We are used to the stereotype, looking for stability, looking for the pattern of once and for all. From the ultimate solution to computer problems, reinstalling the system to women's sense of security. Read on