いつかは仆ら　消えてしまうけれど

しゃぼんが飞んだ　 壊れて消えた

それでもしゃぼんを飞ばそ　 空に届くように

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アカルイミライ.

小隐隐于野，
中隐隐于市，
大隐隐于朝。

－老子《道德经》



little hidden in the Mountain,
medium hidden in the Urban,
high hidden at the Council.


- Laozi, 6th century BC

Yesterday night, I said fuck it to all the fuckings and the dancing hell.
Morning, waking up from mess, cleaned up. I laugh at the absurd.
20 mins ago, floating around nearby lanes, I bought a cream white cover cd of Hideaki nd two blue memphis.

Read Stacey's nd sent her the pic. A fainting past hint of together, being lost and frozen, at another seaside place.

kids..autumn..autumn..

Also, it doesn't matter where we re playing the hiding game, is it?

23th,Aug.

Pink study notes recently,

Deleuze, Coldness and Cruelty, < Things hidden since the foundation of the world>.

Artaud's Theatre of Cruelty.

Edogawa Rampo, Japan Mystery Writer Club.

Noise troop experiments at subway line 4 which routines as a circle, at a random noon 'day 4', joining as the handycam.

To sneak into 14 mental hospitals in town.

A film by Sion Sono, '..People who kill others..who being killed..you ask me where is the secret suicide club in city, I tell you, The world itself is a big suicide club.'

(By Masao. The last one at right link bar.)

....more opened up, at the Pratical dimention of the world.

Meanwhile.

Confirming the faith to own transcendental existence  - the little island, standing in another space ocean, with its refusal gesture. To stay in its purity. Though the toughness bursts into weightless tears, all of a sudden, scattering in a comal wind .

The left hand as well as wrist side keeps rotting, ugly, while I still try to hold the camera - not firmly yet - sweating in the evil summer sunshine.

They burnt me for the purpose differing from the purposeless. See your web. Good, you are on your road, processing. As we have awared at the first place, everyone is on own orbit, alone.

I wrote these bits on my small white papers at a book store, with back to empty sofas and face to window darkness. Before, I was hesitating between <Sputnik Sweetheart> and <Anthem>. Then, I chose the latter.

— 26th July. 'Moonlight' drug c.

Clue 1: Human madness; Summer heat.

Clue 2: Personal perceiving the Stillness/Lucidity from 3 and c.

20th July.

Nothingness. Cruelty. The inner pride of the two terms.

28th June.

Um, share this piece of floating world drawing with 1,2,3,4 of you.

        by Komura.

23th May

....As every bits of me could be damaged then trashed, no matter how repeated these dull games, by no matter how hilariously filthy human materials..though puke physically everytime afterwards.
EXCEPT. Except for the coming personal project with 3, and another with W, bathing in the spirit of my bamboo sword. In spite of all these Footage I have been burying since the first school group assignment. Could disappointment keep one process?

Gin said, of his understanding, the reason to carry on living for a samurai, is to guard the rare things he cares among this chaos world, using sword and blood.

Feel like to reread <Myths of Sisyphus> in a windy day mood..

Rerecord my lame translation of 5 Unconscious by Leclaire to clue this summer:

'an aroma around the neck.. a sweet taste mixed with sourness.. a unique tone of her voice..  a scar or a beauty mark on skin.. a solid sensation in hands..
In the world, all what have obesessed me, is purely upon this, upon you.'

On dirait que c'est facile de mourir au printemps..

人々は、春のうちに死ぬのは簡単だ..

5 Unconscious by Leclaire,
'an aroma around the neck.. a sweet taste mixed with sourness.. a unique tone of her voice..  a scar or a beauty mark on skin.. a solid sensation in hands..
In the world, all what have obesessed me, is purely upon this, upon you.'

Collapsed....

Also, a book 'A Child Is Being Killed: On Primary Narcissism and the Death Drive' by him.

May 14. Before a mess move. Before they come. To all these bits of mute spaces on the road.

They never know.. They never know..

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Water and cigarettes.Not even chocolate.Another night ferry.

Only long for a big warm lady who could allow me to sleep in her womb.

....

'The streets are full of admirable craftsmen, but so few practical dreamers.'

20th Sep, Morning.

 
...
The fire alarm sounded fiercer when being outside.Thus dull passerbys and cars are twisted,as well as the lighting of the Saturady Autumn sun.
That time,with a secret cheerful voice screaming itself,'Burn it!Burn it!',I were almost running and dancing among traffic in my light blue slippers.
That time,with San,we were texting each other the certain nonsense as what has linked us in distance for long.

Oh...my these beautiful moments,which are inexplainable and meaningless to all others...

Plus,
Friends asked,'Hi,what's new?'
'I met my actress.'

Already began to write a little bit 'The story of a black bra'.Thats all started from one morning when I were staring at her still in front of the mirroir and felt the desire of expression flowing out of her.'Okay.Got it.I ll do.'Answered.

'The South China Lover'.It's a photo exibit I wanna see at a place called Tian zi fang.

Even if,finally,there is no way out.

She is digging hard,using her nails and soul,with the nude body blooding while trembling,in dead silence.

Invisibly.

Still remember the story of Sisyphus?

'Yes.I do.'

--Damn savage little monster c.

Self-Portrait in Blue Period. 1901. By Picasso.

21 Aug. BJ.

Isinbaeva just broke the world record.The whole stadium is screaming out madly.

The minute,writing a report,with Debussy's flowing,

my nail is digging into the skin,scaring.

Tiny note of gigs

23 Aug,Brain Failure @ 9:00 pm,Mao Live,Bj. (Seems typical bj punk style which is totally not my tone.BUT always feel like to get raped by drum beating if it is able to.)

19 Sep,Motek @ 8:00 pm,Yuyintang,Sh. (The Belgium experimental one,one album of which I bought by mistake.Lol)

Tell me more gigs by txt ppl~

Dying without live in the way I like...