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41   kiss   pillow/pollywoo(2017/5/1)

pillow   is   my   husband   nickname,   i   love   to   kiss   him   actively   each   time   i   feel   asctacy   when   i   see   his   face,   i   remember   every   rebirth   with   him   in   my   life,   he   always   talk   nice   to   my   ear   to   remind   me   of   important   principle   in   dealing   with   relationship,   i   offten   kiss   pillow   as   i   feeling   lonely   and   he   refuse   me   like   a   numb   pillow,   i   can   only   kiss   him   in   the   air   again   and   again   to   make   him   believe   that   i   still   love   him,   but   he   cant   figure   out   what   love   is,   until   i   explain   it   to   him,   love   is   a   pair   of   paralelled   pillows   that   always   sleep   together   without   anxiety   and   fighting,   they   lie   down   like   two   peaceful   candy,   that   look   like   pillow   fish   with   two   nails   on   both   side   of   left   and   right,   he   tells   me,   dsaint   dream/pollywoo(2017/4/4)

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when   i   have   a   dream   of   he   cleansing   face   on   my   back,   i   sense   him   still   need   me   with   company,   but   i   dont   want   him   any   more.he   is   a   phantom   around   me,   i   have   several   of   saint   dreams   because   of   his   show   up,   but   my   brain   told   me   that   he   never   give   me   any   presents   such   like   travel   together,   or   buy   me   a   ring   to   praise   me   how   good   cooking   i   am   doing   to   him,   he   just   like   a   gangster   on   my   soul   that   asking   for   more   and   more.but   it   shows   how   dignity   he   has   to   being   alone,   he   is   a   tender   lover   that   only   in   my   dream.

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my   reality   is   very   moral,   but   in   my   dream   it   is   so   lot   of   plots   to   write   down   as   recording   document   to   analyze,   just   like   i   am   female   Freud   doctoring   myself   every   night.tonight,   i   have   a   peacefully   dream,   that   is   beause   of   i   pray   for   god   to   let   me   sleep   without   night   mares,   but   tonight   i   have   terrible   dreams   of   my   shadow,   i   take   action   to   forget   about   it,   and   this   is   really   very   good   to   me,   i   need   no   signs   to   symbol   my   life   any   more,   i   am   with   myself   all   alone.

42   tour   note/polly   woo

i   have   been   to   so   many   places   that   are   countless,   i   write   down   some   notes   about   my   memory,   and   i   travel   around   taiwan   so   happily   that   those   memory   i   cant   forget   with   my   pillow.

(1)228park   history   muzem(228¤½¶é)

thus   is   a   beautiful   park,   with   a   historical   muzem   in   the   door,   when   i   enter   it   i   ask   myself   why   japanese   authority   wanted   to   build   a   western   Memorial   hall   like   this,   may   be   it   is   out   of   heritage   from   Holland   and   Spanish   power   ruling,   and   it   is   as   white   as   snow   on   each   wall   out   side   and   in   side.

there   are   some   decorated   pillars   on   the   roof,   and   each   corner   has   its   special   grace   sculptures,   they   are   Rococo   style   of   old   establishment   that   remain   the   atmosphere   of   classic   so   well,   i   observe   it   with   my   eyes   of   diamond,   and   i   find   out   it   is   a   real   richful   treasure   that   when   i   discover   the   structure   of   deep   intentions,   i   can   realize   that   this   building   is   a   luxury   gift   that   colonial   country   given   to   us   taiwanese,   how   cant   we   treat   it   like   a   heaven   present,   and   protect   it   well.

(2)eastern   velly   of   taiwan   island(ªáªF)

there   are   so   many   rice   growing   over   the   farm   land,   in   the   rainy   day   we   go   through   the   eastern   velly,where   there   are   breathing   mountains   with   clouds   covering   around   like   fog,   and   the   small   house   are   almost   white   style   that   makes   the   mood   of   this   field   so   fresh   and   bright,   as   we   find   out   this   quiet   heaven   as   a   neighborhood   of   the   main   jade   mountain,   i   also   see   the   purity   of   fore   chilai   mountain   on   the   other   side,   the   green   gress   of   home   is   so   lightly   removed   in   my   mind,   that   i   will   never   forget   the   insight   of   scene.

(3)pingding   old   stream(©W³»¥jËk)

we   walk   through   the   entrance   of   pingding,   and   along   the   way   with   bamboo   stick   on   hands,   we   climb   the   ladders   of   stone   after   a   picnicking   rest   in   the   concrete   bridge,   we   reach   the   dingshan   bus   station,   but   the   time   is   still   two   hours   away,   so   we   come   to   the   coffee   shop   and   have   a   very   wonderful   afternoon,   the   farmer   boss   is   so   glad   to   serve   us   water   and   coffee,   with   lotus   cookies   and   a   holland   old   map   of   where   we   are   in   young   ming   mountain,   we   have   a   very   enjoyment   of   time   on   marching   in.

(4)dragon   head   mountain(ÀsÀY¤s)

around   the   moshen   blog,   there   is   a   broken   dragon   head   mountain   and   stream   over   there,   the   sightseeing   is   very   fabulous   that   i   watch   the   touring   bus   go   right   down   to   the   center   of   the   stream,   and   then   we   run   to   the   blog   to   drink   a   nature   coffee   and   aiyu   beverage,   there   is   a   empty   alley   along   the   blog,   every   school   and   house   are   closed,   we   cant   find   the   culture   of   native   life,   for   they   all   move   to   the   citys,   and   never   return.

(5)sainter   spring(¸t¤HÂr¥¬)

there   is   a   sainter   spring   on   the   final   station   of   bus   to   the   hiking   road,   i   go   to   see   the   long   clean   spring   that   flowing   down   the   river   with   huge   stone   on   its   stream,   i   sit   on   the   sidewalk   to   wait   for   the   return   bus   to   come,   my   mom   go   to   see   the   village   in   front   of   the   station,   and   describe   it   to   me,   we   meet   a   old   female   farmer   who   have   a   planting   veges   career   on   the   mountain,   we   take   the   same   bus   to   the   mrt   station,   and   finally   we   feel   very   content   with   this   tour.

(6)ulai   shopping   and   dinner(¯Q¨Ó)

we   go   to   ulai   to   see   the   popular   production   and   old   street,   and   there   is   a   small   muzem   of   origional   race,   report   living   history   and   showing   the   life   style   of   ulai   people,   the   ulai   river   is   so   large   that   a   long   bridge   is   over   the   trouble   water,   we   have   a   chat   in   the   small   dinning   restaurant,   eating   some   vege   and   chicken   meat   on   the   table,   after   the   sun   is   set,   the   station   is   getting   dark,   we   get   on   the   bus   by   long   line   waiting,   and   in   my   mind   i   remember   the   coming   road   is   so   beautiful   that   we   all   get   a   marvelous   time.

(7)small   green   pool(¤pºÑ¼æ)

we   take   the   mrt   to   the   small   green   pool,   it   is   a   place   where   roadside   stand   are   all   souround   on   the   two   sides   of   the   bridge,   the   riding   boat   is   renting   for   tourists   to   play,   and   i   watch   the   lake   with   unspeakable   mind,   somehow   the   water   is   not   so   pure   that   it   smells,   i   see   the   high   price   estate   advertising   is   spreading   all   over   the   road,   but   i   dont   really   afford   to   live   here,   so   i   left   with   a   mindful   memory   that   never   feel   like   go   back   here,   because   it   is   a   pollute   pool.

(8)support   north   temple(«ý¥_·µ)

here   is   a   popular   place   where   people   are   all   happily   going   inner   and   outer   part   of   the   temple,   in   the   square   lots   of   gatgering   noise   are   processing,   we   walk   around   the   heaven   father's   temple,   it   is   hell   buddha   who   stand   on   the   supporting   stage   of   the   worshipping   room.

(9)golden   dragon   lake(ª÷Às´ò)

the   lake   looks   like   golden   waves   on   the   surface,   we   walk   along   the   wooden   bank,   the   sunset   was   so   beautiful   that   it   colours   us   with   the   heat   and   sweat,   the   temple   in   the   upper   ladder   is   support   rice   noodles,   because   today   is   Buddha's   birthday,   the   high   building   in   the   middle   of   the   lake   looks   like   solitude,   although   it   is   deviced   with   elevater,   but   seldom   inhabitants   come   to   visit   the   lake,   maybe   they   just   get   tired   of   the   scence   everyday   in   the   window.

(10)danjhon   university(²H¦¿¤j¾Ç)

the   university   is   empty   in   the   new   year   day,   as   we   enter   the   school,   we   have   to   get   the   permission   of   the   guardian   to   visit   whole   campus,   after   we   walk   on   the   literary   major   building,   i   found   it   so   narrow   in   the   class   room   that   almost   no   pass   way   for   students   to   get   out   or   get   in,   how   they   made   it,   i   dont   know,   perhaps   the   classic   pathway   of   the

garden   is   where   students   chatting   under   the   shatter   of   the   long   route   of   winding   park,   i   sense   the   romantic   air   of   red   build   dream   filming   around   here   that   so   nice.

(11)chuchen   ceromony   park(¤¤¥¿¬ö©À°ó)

it   is   a   nice   day   as   i   go   see   a   theater   perform   in   the   concert   hall,   i   saw   the   lover   drama   of   drum   and   mass   singing   together,   the   night   was   so   decent   that   i   can   feel   my   friend   sit   in   the   front   seat   to   murmur   with   my   mind,   he   always   wants   to   watch   a   performance   with   me   but   my   mom   is   sitting   next   to   me,   so   i   can   only   enjoy   and   analyze   the   theatre   with   him   inside   our   subconsciousness   of   communication,   how   glad   it   is   to   spent   a   night   with   my   favorite   one   in   such   a   hall.

(12)stream   of   fir   wood(§üªL·Ë)

the   atmosphere   is   very   fresh,   the   tree   is   so   straight   talk   like   jokestick,   there   is   a   blue   dragon   spring   in   the   end   of   hiking   way,   and   when   we   reach   there   we   all   wet   and   hot,   it   is   the   time   when   climbing   mountain   is   so   interest   and   fun,   we   get   to   the   eye   of   the   heaven   and   earth,   where   there   is   a   stone   on   the   wall   look   like   a   white   owl   head,   it   is   so   proudly   that   we   climb   the   top   scene   and   take   photo   on   the   facebook,   it   is   a   very     meaningful   traveling   experience.

(13)xinglong   park(¿³¶©¤½¶é)

the   park   is   like   buddhaism   atmosphere   for   the   pool   is   springing   beautiful   and   all   kinds   of   plants   are   growing   so   well,   the   new   built   park   bridge   is   like   a   pink   rainbow   that   in   the   center   of   the   pool,   it   arouse   so   many   image   thought   about   the   moon   elder   who   connect   people's   wedding   red   line,   but   since   its   just   a   traditional   legend,   the   park   is   decorated   by   the   mood   of   wonder   land   that   we   like   to   exercise   a   little   around   such   kind   of   scene.

(14)green   lake   park(ºÑ´ò)

the   lake   is   huge   with   beautiful   scene   of   surrounding   plants   and   sightseeing   in   the   center,   the   birds   come   close   the   water   and   the   lake   surface   is   like   waves   of   bible   saying,   it   is   very   saint   that   i   am   moved   by   the   white   bridge   and   the   under   water,   i   have   so   good   memorys   with   my   lover   by   the   lake,   every   time   i   run   to   see   him,   he   never   know   i   have   no   time   to   go   around   the   lake,   because   i   visit   him   behind   my   mom's   back,   i   am   afraid   of   being   scold   by   her,   and   my   lover,   for   i   love   them   both,   dont   want   to   be   unhappy   about   it.   he   told   me   the   lake   is   a   last   purity   land   he   guardian   for   me,   i   am   very   touching   to   see   his   kindness.

(15)lin   yutang   house(ªL»y°ó¬G©~)

today   we   take   a   sunday   bus   to   the   lin   yutang   house,   the   place   is   so   peaceful   and   high   class,   we   travel   around   the   house   and   see   a   film   of   the   writer's   life   story,   he   is   tremendously   a   good   auther   in   his   time,   he   wrote   a   series   of   collection   books,   but   the   most   popular   one   is   moment   in   paking,   i   saw   his   manuscription   on   the   document   film,   it   is   so   prescious   that   i   am   so   moved   by   his   hand   writing,   he   long   live   here   besides   his   tomb   put   his   favorite   coffee,   i   praise   if   one   day   i   can   be   a   master   like   him,   i   will   be   a   female   writer   in   the   history   of   sex   that   tells   the   taboo   of   woman   to   let   males   understand   what   is   communication   do   to   us.

ear   i   will   believe   in   you,   because   you   make   me   understand   love   is   endless   hoping   and   giving.

43   Warm   laugh(describe   power)¡þpollywoo

Happy   is   not   making   other's   hell,it   is   warm   smile   and   laughter   that   makes   the   family   and   society   so   very   comfortable,in   order   not   to   get   ending   of   tragedy,as   we   smile   like   angel,others   feel   the   same   way   too,if   you   prison   a   innocent   person   with   the   name   of   sinful   blood   and   desise   like   discrimination,you   will   become   a   political   killer   that   the   bloody   phantom   is   haunted   in   your   soul.

there   are   so   many   people   play   power   and   laugh   like   devil,and   they   will   take   hatred   to   the   bed   and   never   get   back   from   hell   sea,because   power   make   them   ill   and   live   like   a   puppet,they   buy   people   to   see   you   sad   and   cry,but   you   dont   know   they   play   trick   behind   your   back,they   are   sick   in   the   bone,they   go   to   play   thriller   movie   and   never   become   angels   in   rebirth   world.it   is   due   to   laugh   air   that   people   get   crazy,but   some   dont   believe   it,and   still   live   peaceful   in   their   kind   mind,they   protect   selves   by   means   of   being   generous   to   the   world,and   it   is   how   they   survive   without   being   taken   revenge   from   evil   power.  

power   is   a   name   of   a   loser,he   cant   harm   his   hatred   animy   by   all   means,because   the   gas   air   he   blow   never   burn   the   kind   person   he   hate,power   is   losing   every   property   in   his   building   of   institution,but   he   wont   give   up   and   keep   on   hating   the   one   who   ever   loves   him,he   is   so   blind   that   he   dont   know   every   crime   eventually   become   cloud   when   it   die   for   punishment,the   day   will   always   shine   for   angels   but   not   dirty   power,power   can   only   blame   others   but   dont   see   his   own   poor   shortage,because   he   is   born   to   be   sinful     innocent,he   always   think   others   awe   him   a   lot   and   never   satisfied   about   what   he   has   by   hand.(end)

44   sense   love/pollywoo

he   want   me   to   call   him   on   the   phone,   i   thick   twice   about   what   to   say,   and   i   know   he   never   want   me   to   become   a   cloud   nun   like   a   flowing   poem,   because   of   love,   i   sent   him   a   lot   of   messages,   to   tell   him   that   all   way   leads   to   Rome,   i   sense   his   love   is   out   of   taking   care   of   my   business,   so   i   fellow   his   wish,   to   act   like   he   ask   for,   i   am   a   memorial   wife   in   the   daydreaming,   that   he   enjoy   that   kind   feeling   of   souls   gather   together,   i   miss   him   like   a   live   pillow   that   it   talks   to   me   everytime   i   request   him   to   answer.

45   money   version/pollywoo

my   pillow   is   a   SciFi   image,   he   comfort   me   when   i   dream   about   someone   in   the   window   is   making   score   on   roles   in   the   bible,   i   tear   apart   the   notebooks   that   recording   all   dialogues   between   us,   and   i   hate   that   i   am   the   lowest   score   one,   in   religious   world,   no   one   is   to   blame,   for   all   deed   is   under   the   eye   of   god   but   not   fellow   people,   i   am   twisted   by   my   own   long   hair   in   the   pillow,   i   made   up   a   lie   that   i   dont   want   him   tonight,   and   he   has   nothing   to   do   just   listening   to   my   mind,   it   is   such   drifting   discourse   like   insperation   on   the   air,   and   i   keep   blank   in   the   brain   and   then   i   regret   for   lieing   to   him,   my   pillow   all   know   my   pretending   not   love   him,   he   smell   like   a   kind   of   perfume   that   attracted   me   once   before,   and   this   time   i   can   feel   the   joke   of   us   exchange   money   in   the   magic   air,   we   make   miracle   of   money   to   help   each   other   getting   more   rich   than   ever   before,   we   are   blowing   jokes   that   might   one   day   becone   true,   we   duscuss   big   money   like   angels.

46   guessing   plot/pollywoo

he   rubbing   his   face   on   my   naked   bosoms,   that   they   used   to   be   made   a   surgery   but   sudden   it   become   real   meat   balls,   i   feel   wonder   and   sign,   but   just   left   nothing   to   say,   because   all   the   torture   i   have   taken   all   fade   away   in   the   air,   i   am   a   new   born   soul   that   believe   in   only   him   my   dear   pillow,   i   hold   my   head   talking   with   him   and   flying   with   him,   he   is   like   a   time   machine   that   brings   me   so   much   joy,   i   can   think   of   anything   happiness   i   chose   to   love   my   life   ever   more,   i   am   the   host   of   my   memory   body,   that   nobody   can   change   it   or   threat   me   like   a   horror   fate.

47   flavor   game/pollywoo

the   pillow   will   flowing   glamorous   smell   like   book,   because   i   am   a   readingholic   writer   right   now,   my   pillow   warm   me   not   to   stick   on   the   plate   board   too   long,   for   it   will   harm   my   eye's   healthcare.   as   i   put   my   head   on   the   pillow,   i   dream   about   a   calli-graphics   of   cart   in   front   of   me,   i   am   drawing   a   huge   colorful   butterfly,   and   i   eat   this   painting   as   i   finish   it,   i   walking   on   soft   earth   road   and   be   turning   back   to   the   cart,   it   vanished,   so   i   wake   up   with   somekind   of   nonesense   strange   feelings,   my   whole   body   is   shaking   slight   and   it   feels   like   electic   carpet   with   wireless   connected   from   the   pillow,   i   can   not   explain   how   much   pleasure   with   such   kind   of   engining   power,   it   comes   throughout   my   nerves   that   like   little   die.i   play   flavor   game   from   my   soul,   to   attract   my   pillow   to   kiss   me   on   bed,   not   to   be   seen   by   innocent   kids,   we   dress   complete   to   hug   like   two   frogs   producing   eggs,   we   dislike   to   be   naked   on   the   reality,   so   we   compete   with   each   other   about   how   to   be   all   clean   without   take   shower   everyday,   my   body   keeps   unwash   for   a   week   and   more,   and   finally   i   give   up,   because   he   like   neat   me.

48   fish   life/pollywoo

like   a   fish   being   fried   and   eaten,   i   spent   a   life   of   fishlike   jumping   in   my   mind,   i   can   feel   the   heartbeat   of   my   body   and   the   bloody   cut   through   my   veins   is   just   like   a   invisible   knife   coming   to   my   nightmare,   i   am   a   foolish   fish   that   not   knowing   pillow   is   just   want   my   money   but   not   my   existence   with   his   side,   so   i   think   over   my   world   of   proverty,   i   save   my   own   estate   and   account   of   bank   to   hope   for   living   a   better   life   after   his   peeping   on   me.last   night,   i   dream   about   my   husband   lie   on   my   back   like   a   sticky   fish   on   the   board,   he   rush   to   me   three   times,   at   that   moment   i   am   very   scared,   because   he   says   he   will   kill   me   after   haress   my   body,   this   is   a   bad   pillow   that   brings   me   shadow   of   his   face,   i   want   to   escape   away,   so   i   take   a   boat   and   go   to   the   other   side   of   the   ocean.

49   weed   crying/pollywoo

i   cry   like   the   rain   drop   on   the   weed,   nobody   discover   it,   because   i   am   so   small   and   unpopular,   my   fame   press   me   like   a   scandle,   i   cant   breath,   and   i   have   no   way   to   tell   my   pillow   that   i   already   get   rid   of   my   sleepholic,   i   get   up   early   just   to   keep   a   wonderful   life   in   reality,   i   am   the   center   of   my   mind,   i   dont   need   his   appeal   of   opinions   to   support   me,   i   start   to   write   this   novel   like   a   poet   way   of   narrative,   i   wish   him   understand   me   like   a   thick   literature.that   day   i   went   to   the   park   and   find   him,   i   hand   over   one   book   to   him,   i   ask   him   to   sent   me   falling   poetry   he   wrote   for   me,   but   he   says   he   will   give   me   after   half   year,   i   think   he   is   trying   to   hang   on   my   crisis   of   being   harmed   by   my   sisters,   they   are   all   mean   to   me,   i   cant   tell.

50   why   jet/pollywoo

Black   jet   fly   around   my   head,   i   can   hear   it   bizz   in   the   sky   when   i   went   out   to   far   place,   it   visit   me   to   bring   bad   luck   to   my   future,   so   i   always   forget   where   i   have   ever   been   to,   black   jet   is   sound   like   my   travel   memory   as   i   travel   around   taiwan,   the   secret   jet   attacch   my   detail   intention   but   i   really   dont   mind,   cause   i   have   no   idea   about   time,   date,   and   aniversity,   it   never   bothers   me   because   the   runor   calender   has   gone   pervent   too,   no   body   care   about   when   the   course   will   last   for   every   one   has   the   same   fate,   and   no   experience   is   told   wrong   to   preach   people,   just   to   accept   the   jet   spy   plan   of   flying   surounding   my   above   head,   i   will   go   to   church   on   sunday   to   pray   the   jet   crush   down   instead   of   me.i   am   a   female   taiwan   philosophy   resercher,   my   name   is   janalulu,   it   is   a   modern   name,   the   jet   spy   flyer   is   named   why,   he   is   very   'why'   in   chinese,   you   know   what   i   mean,   so   i   shot   him   like   a   blow   bomb   target   in   his   door,   he   cant   fight   just   become   dust   smell   in   front   of   me.he   is   appear   in   my   dream   when   he   make   proposal   to   my   father   to   marry   me,   i   have   a   very   long   tired   sleep   that   i   dont   know   the   conclution,   but   i   am   sure   that   we   play   a   007   film   together   in   between.see   if   we   can   change   our   fault   during   any   war   time,   for   it   is   not   easy   to   make   regret   deeds   when   we   feel   angry,degree,and   ideot   about   our   mind,when   the   detactive   fly   on   my   head,   i   sense   a   group   of   black   clouds   gathering   on   my   mind,   but   i   cant   tell   what   to   do   can   ease   the   shadow   from   me.i   quest   myself   if   the   jet   spy   can   scan   my   brain   waves,or   record   my   ceromony   day,   my   action   under   his   watching   over   me,   or   check   if   i   am   doing   any   unrational   deed   when   i   am   alone   in   the   scene.every   mouth   is   killing   me   with   their   made   up   gossips,   i   am   out   of   nothing   to   fight   against   it,   just   to   accept   it   all   the   time,   what   i   hear   i   dont   really   care,   because   i   know   it   is   a   tender   defeat   with   the   weapon   of   discourse,   i   will   always   remember   people   treat   me   as   a   topic   to   decode   my   mind   each   moment   i   think   on   the   way   or   on   the   bed.but   i   finally   did   not   attand   the   church,   for   i   am   so   disapointed   with   his   disregard   on   me,   he   is   not   living   with   me   but   fearless   sense   on   my   mind   is  

growning   up   each   day   i   face   him   like   a   ghost   on   my   side,   we   sleep   like   two   spy   couples,   never   know   what   the   opposite   is   thinking   about   next   moment,   we   are   blind   because   of   not   understand   each   other   thought,   but   as   he   tell   me   that   he   start   to   want   to   learn   from   my   brlief,i   write   a   long   theory   to   share   with   him,   it   is   my   diary   of   Buddha's   idea,   out   of   my   concederation   of   depending   on   lotus   sutra,   i   can   realize   that   how   unsatisfied   that   he   suppose   to   kill   me   if   i   dont   tell   any   more   good   law   and   principles   of   buddhaism   to   him,   so   i   did.

51   marsh   mellon/pollywoo

my   pillow   ask   me   what   is   the   word   marshmellon,   i   tell   him   it   is   a   sexuality   meaning   that   hint   the   smoothly   tenderness   like   soft   touches   by   heavenly   wind,   he   smile   and   ask   if   it   can   be   eaten,   i   tell   him   it   is   a   kind   of   plant   that   looks   like   penis   symbol,   he   soon   laugh   out   and   understand   the   bi-definitions.   i   have   been   under   his   marsh   mellon   dream   for   years,   my   face   looks   like   a   mess,   i   dont   know   why   he   dislike   to   take   shower,   or   just   because   he   is   getting   old,   so   i   should   not   focus   on   his   lidobe,   but   on   his   deep   thoughts,   i   still   love   to   discover   his   history,   like   fonding   his   real   soul   of   mystery.   i   love   his   brain   better   than   his   sex   power,   i   am   used   to   his   old   fashion   style   of   considering   mind,   it   makes   me   feel   that   i   am   the   only   one   important   person   that   he   cares   about   and   i   love   to   write   things   between   us   to   be   frank   to   my   pillow.

52   garsh   hope/pollywoo

my   pillow   is   worry   about   my   old   days   cant   be   healthy   with   the   society,   he   want   me   to   sit   silently   to   fix   my   bad   temper   of   lying   on   the   bed   all   day   long,   i   tell   him   that   i   will   go   to   change   a   photo   of   beauty   face   on   my   id   card,   he   answer   me   ok   go   ahead,   so   i   make   up   with   UV   prevention   lotion   on   my   face,   and   i   go   outdoor   to   the   manage   Department   of   cutizen   service   center,   i   also   go   to   lend   a   few   poetry   books   to   study,   i   hope   one   day   i   can   write   down   a   big   work   about   my   pillow,   he   used   to   be   a   standard   poet   in   Don   dynasty,   but   right   now   i   can   only   read   his   history   and   feel   so   memorial   about   our   past   love   in   old   china,   i   am   happy   that   he   talks   about   me   in   his   poems,   i   am   a   sonnet   singer   he   take   home   with   to   live   a   happy   listening   joy   life   hearing   from   me   only   singing   for   him,   i   like   this   fate   and   i   am   not   regret   dying   for   him   at   early   age,   my   pillow   satisfies   my   everyday   wish   and   desire.

53   after   noon/pollywoo

i   go   to   see   a   friend   near   by   the   library   building,   i   tell   her   that   she   was   not   a   chinese   female   poet   in   the   history,   in   her   rebirth   she   might   be   lady   poet   come   from   western   contry,   she   feels   very   happy   as   i   tell   it   her   so,   we   share   about   a   taiwanese   poem   she   expressed   on   the   period   magazine,   it   is   about   the   moon,   i   read   clearly   and   hear   jlo   is   singing   in   the   air,   i   know   she   is   ment   to   be   sister   moon,   i   tell   a   little   gacipe   to   my   friend,   and   she   seems   like   to   hear   the   truth.   i   can   hear   the   rain   is   pouring   on   my   way   home,   my   purplish   rain   coat   is   all   wet,   i   talk   like   a   lousy   rainny   weather   like   this,   even   so   i   still   believe   in   myself   but   not   others,   for   nonesense   speach   is   full   of   everywhere   on   all   kind   of   media   right   now,   who   cares.   my   pillow   want   me   to   be   pretty   but   not   yet   willing   to   sign   my   name   on   the   partner   coloum   of   id   card,   but   i   already   get   a   house   contract   nearby   his   address,   and   i   want   a   wish   that   someday   he   will   come   to   me   eating   food   i   cook   for   him,   and   we   can   live   under   the   same   roof   even   just   be   intamite   friends.

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