Young Adam walked down the embankment
Glittering light in the morning fog, like a white bird
flying over the mines, warm and filthy
That's what we wanted
that snow in November The river was
different. The world blooms with a fictional
flower , is it alfalfa
I don't want to wake up when it's dark
I told you about the sadness of being human The
faint fire goes out in copulation The
bow lights drift in the dark room
The rules of the flesh are invalid in our time
The soul you speak of is just froth
Ivan, Mary,
reduced to a butterfly, Young Adam is not a dirty movie, but a very
confuing movie, which made me deeply confused. When I woke up this gloomy morning , I found myself just like that young man, not dirty in flesh but in soul. I'm just lost.
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