Chapter 7 revenge

The thickness of a person's skin is probably less than half, and the bright red blood follows the back, rushing through blood vessels denser than the silkworms crawling densely on the wall, radiating warmth.So each of them bewitched, incited, and pulled each other with this warmth, desperately hoping to cuddle, kiss, and hug each other, so as to gain the deep joy of life. But if you use a sharp blade to pierce through this peach-red, thin skin with one blow, you will see the bright red blood pour all the warmth directly into the killer like an arrow; Breathing, shown by pale lips, makes human nature bewildered, and obtains the flying and extreme joy of life; while itself, it is always immersed in the flying and extreme joy of life.

In this way, there are two of them naked, holding sharp knives, facing the vast wilderness. The two of them were going to hug, and they were going to kill... Passers-by came rushing from all directions, densely packed, like silkworms climbing up the wall, like horse ants trying to carry the head of a carp.The clothes are all beautiful, and the hands are empty.But running from all sides, and stretching its neck desperately, to appreciate the hug or the kill. They already anticipate the umami taste of sweat or blood on their tongues afterwards. However, the two of them faced each other, on the vast wilderness, naked, holding a sharp knife, but neither hugged nor killed, and there was no intention of hugging or killing.

The two of them are like this for eternity, their round bodies are about to dry up, but there is no intention of embracing or killing. Passers-by are so bored; they feel that boredom has penetrated into their pores, and that boredom has penetrated from the pores of their own hearts, crawled all over the wilderness, and then penetrated into the pores of others.Then they felt that their mouthpieces were dry and their necks were tired; finally they looked at each other and slowly drifted away; they even felt so dry that they lost their vitality. So there was only a vast wilderness left, and the two of them stood naked in it, holding sharp knives, standing dryly; with the eyes of a dead man, admiring the dry and bloodless slaughter of people on this road, and immersed in life forever In the flying acme of great joy.

December 20, 1924.