This place is full of blanks and swamps. Only strange and numb stone statues, no old people, no children. There are only lepers in the madhouse.
White tongue spit out in the air. Don Juan at the bottom of the Atlantic, Don Juan who fell out of favor, and Don Juan who was expelled became lovers of the new era (how many pink lips were chased by people who were anesthetized underground).
Dusk in England, dusk in Ryder Zeplin.
Pink doors and rooms, clouds of yellow flames curled up there, pentagonal monsters rolled up the storm, and prehistoric dust swept away four people sitting around the plaster statue. Father, mother and two children were thrown into the raging waves at the bottom of Manhattan.
Blind in April.
Where the goddess Medusa didn't reach.
The only way under the shade, futurism is like the shining eyes of an adder. Renaissance and insurgents were in high spirits, watching a white elephant with a nose bell rise into the endless orange sky like a balloon.
Dynasty: Modern Author: Lei Zi