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| FROM dearest rootmate LCM..
The
day before yesterday, there are three japanese guys arrived our
house, so now there are 4 japanese ppl and two hk students now.
totally 8 ppl ........so happy and noisy everyday !!!! when
they arrived, there was a small party and sining k. suddenly, an
indonesian man's wife carrried a knife, came to our house, since she
suspected my housemother has affair with her husband. So scary
!!!!!!!!!!!!! lucky that, housefather, Dean realised that,
locked she outside the garden and rang the police. LCM and me were
so scare !!!! When three police arrived our home, one of the japanese
guy said, oooo ......just like movie, and asked us taking photo with
them ........wakakakakkakak ......................i haven't told mami
this thing, my friends who read my page, please hide it together with
me , promise!!!! the three jap guys are sososososo silly,
they went to Yarra River, which is a very famous river and in Melbourne
city centre, like victoria habour in hong kong, they jumped into the
river, swam and dived............... so crazy .............so
funny ................ kakakakkakakk
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| A great poem-BEATRICE from matt
Are you a shepherd?
send your flocks to drink stars at the source of tears
and the great wolf's twin, your loneliness
like the dark craters filtered from the full moon's cheek...
Ah Beatrice,
how did this sea not hear your cry
searching for a voice among the dunes of sand,
in the desert wind your towers became invisible
as if your roasted hair were ripping out and taking the innermost part of me
why the roughness of these climes?
you see the smoke of twin peaks and my extinguished mines,
is the time which smokes within you late?
unborn volcanoes and their lips torn
for black fragments, what if you don't return
from the circling inward pull of deep waters,
what if you don't return
from the rising stairway's dream, I feel afraid...
along the shore a few miles on the right, as if taking its revenge
this ocean, dressed in your corpse cleaned with its salt
with its clothes full of holes, whilst rusting the many ships of courage
why Beatrice, why do your icy frozen hands not strike the shore
until the break of dawn, from the high wind and from the ruins
of my unravelled life, the angels' pyramid of swaying thin inverted ampules
like two leeches, leaving midstream in waterless rivers,
I stole the laughter of those with bloodshot eyes,
I weep, won't your resting place be resurrected?
Ah Beatrice,
to the water we will pour on your grave, shepherd,
keep your fire hot, to dry the salty clothes of death,
return to the mountaintop and gather
the pictures of words which are all in pieces,
if a wretched man's oath is as much as a bare-shouldered shawl,
wrap up my shivering Beatrice,
believers in their own gods' miracles,
onto fish-tressed laments and seaweed-tinted flesh
spread bloodstones that attack my trembling voice and eyes
in the lands of dead men and dead women
they reaped a body for you these blue surfaces of earth and sky,
and gather up your flock now Venus, the shepherd star of morning
take my head and carry it to her, to lean against her delicate shoulders | | |
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