Though I’m sound operator, I can’t comprehend your world through your voice/tone. What are you thinking?
sense and sensibility vail or unwrap your individuality?
I don’t understand, I don’t understand my indifference.
I care less cos I don’t want to lean on some people.
In the dream, he tears the jeans off to show the bruces
In the dream, your face-off with your soul
I beg your stay while I’m late for work
I feel sad cos I own you
I fee better cos I let go of you and let go of me
we don’t exist
we are phenonmenon
why we get used to be happy rather than peaceful? why we expect more instead of less?
I don’t understand, I don’t understand, my dear folks


我在starbucks 和我的laptop
桌面是你 陌生的人
在這公共場所 你的照片如此光明正大走秀
如果你是我的男人 那會是多美
我多想把你佔為己有
誰在乎你在台灣 你這可愛男人
昨晚的惡夢
你的顯影是江國斌 (你還真它XX像他)
那牛仔褲秀黑傷
我的請求別走
看來我又要為你多讀書
下次回台灣一定要擋在你前面屌你