There are people, like Lucien Carr, who exist like flames, and you can't ignore their presence.
You smell the smell of danger, but you are drawn by the light, and you want to find out, you burn yourself like moths to the fire, and their charming laughter reassures your soul.
Looking back, whether such an encounter was fortunate or unfortunate is beyond words.
It's still fun. Whether it's the body or the heart, after all, dust will return to dust, and no matter how they are buried, there will be no heaven or hell.
I have also encountered such a thing recently. No matter how far away, I can't remember it. No matter how long it is, I will forget it.
Once at a carnival party. My friends and I walked through the halls where the lights blazed and the music was deafening in our fancy clothes. Eyes try to find other first-comers among a group of pirate police vampires. Just as I was trying my best to avoid the bearded man who was rampaging with a row of beers, my friend shouted lightly and hurriedly in my ear, "Look, that person is good (here the word "good", re-read, elongated) handsome !" Before I could react, my whole body had been twisted 180 degrees by my friend (this friend is rarely so gaffe). I try to adjust my balance, and inadvertently raise my eyes, and in the crowd is a medium-sized blond boy in a white T-shirt, with bright eyes with thick golden eyelashes. Those eyes were arrogant and dissolute, and at a glance, he knew that he should have drunk a lot. He saw me looking at him, avoiding looking directly, and I turned to face my friend. I think he is the one my friend said. Gently said, "General", and then got into the crowd.
I drank some beer and champagne with my companions and got a little drunk. As the music swayed, I came to a table of elf girls and tall and burly "dwarves". They were very enthusiastic and invited me to drink liqueur, and we danced. I saw that blond boy kissing around on the dance floor, kissing a lot of guys on the mouth, and feeling quite drunk.
With the music and the casual atmosphere, I got more drunk, and saw the boy again, I smiled and looked at him, looking through the crowd, he looked at me fascinatedly, and this look lasted for ten seconds, he come over.
There was no later, we just chatted. They are like butterflies, flying around.
Another time was on the bus. There are a lot of traffic lights in those stations in the city center, and the car always stops. I saw far away outside the car window, a pair of brightly colored trousers moving, one leg bright red, the other bright green, the red back pocket was green, and the green back pocket was red. In this way, it seems that the pants of a circus troupe's costume, when worn on a monster-like person, become a kind of rhythm. It is said that TA is a monster because of her self-confidence, which is not even one ten thousandth of a professional model. My eyes followed the flames, watching TA dance in the crowd, all the other mosaics in my sight fell away, and that pair of pants became the only clear picture. The stop-and-go car finally passed by the pair of trousers, TA was waiting for the traffic light, I saw the face of the owner of the trousers, who was looking up and swallowing a mouthful. At that moment, I thought TA was charming, even though I didn't know whether it was he or she, because the car suddenly ran wild, leaving the picture frozen at the T-junction.
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Part II Red and White Rose
Science and Art are my red roses with white roses. I, who chose Science, recently looked at this rice grain, and felt a dull pain in the cinnabar mole on my chest. Science survives on the basis of calm rationality, while Art's emotional frenzy is its bloodline. The existence of the two at the same time is enough to split a person. It seems that I married science, and now I want to write, draw, and write songs at home. Like crazy, day and night, I suddenly feel cheated. When Art's soul awakens, it's just as crazy without alcohol.
In other words, why do people who engage in art have to be so crazy? Does art make people crazy or crazy people love art? Maybe all of them. Crazy people love art, and art makes them crazy to the extreme.
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Part III mates
envy these guys for having each other's crazy company, everything is good, they support each other. And abnormal human beings living in a group of normal people are extremely painful, because they have to put on a social coat to protect their sensitive and fragile souls. Loneliness has nothing to do with whether there is anyone around to accompany you. In a group of non-similar people, the outline of loneliness can only be more clearly defined. I am lonely without a partner. Loneliness has eroded my bones, wandering through every nerve. I think I have been poisoned so deeply that there is no cure. So much so that I wrote this rant.
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PS
Love this song Ending Song
,Don't Look Back Into The Sun'
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