To Love As I Was Loved

罕见的瓢泼

雨哇哇哇地下着

偶尔轰隆隆哽咽一番

像是受了什么委屈

不停地泄着私愤

这几天沙尘暴抢了北方的头条

它怎会高兴

哎，要拉广告呢

不像我

再难过

也put on个外强中干

不掉眼泪

安心睡觉觉

As soon as we start putting our thoughts into words and sentences everything gets distorted, language is just no damn good - I use it because I have to, but I don’t put any trust in it. We never understand each other.

—Marcel Duchamp (1887-1968)

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