jump from the sofa to the bed and then from the bed to the window sill when alone at home. Beware of the big bad wolf outside the door and the grandmother bear in the flower turban. He is the innocent Peter Pan who lost his glass shoes in the match-selling Little Red Riding Hood.
I dismantled the radio, washed the soap, soiled the curtains, broke the flower pot...
The five fingerprints on the buttocks, the red ears, and the tin box of biscuits were locked in the out of reach cabinet. It was the price of being put
on the bed at night. The tent lights up the lamp, imagine that there are owls and bats outside
without warning. The danger may come at any time,
but no one has the patience to listen to the story in my heart:
there are some tall houses, very, very tall houses. They can walk.
There are also some vampires. A vampire bit the tallest house and broke the roots of his teeth.
Then his teeth all fell out, and he started crying.
The other vampires asked him, why are you crying, aren't those your baby teeth?
Then he said, no, that is my good tooth.
The vampires knew that he could no longer be a vampire, so they left him.
Those little corners that can't be vented have become isolated islands in the heart, where there is a big forest and a group of monsters live. They fight and love each other, they are violent and gentle and tame.
When we were young, we were not so smart liars. He was a king, possessed a castle and boundless mana, defeated a group of Vikings, and could easily turn their heads off.
We always feel that we are the most special child. We have many secrets. For
example, I am a child forgotten by aliens on the earth. My mother has eyes as big as your head, and she has a short nose when she smiles. .
For example, there is a secret tunnel hidden in my closet leading to the house of the Dragon King.
Even I think it’s true, a serious face
should have a place to accommodate me and my lies
A group of bad-tempered partners and a crown.
They squeeze together when they sleep, and scream together during the day
. When they hug, their faces can be buried in their soft stomachs.
They want to worship me and love me. Finally , they are still reluctant to give up to me,
but they belong to me.
Yes, I am one. Human
loneliness is the deciduous tooth of a vampire. After it falls off, a bloody cavity
buries a seed there.
When one fantasy hurts another fantasy, it ferments and expands into a silent kingdom.
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