Chapter 12 it is summer now

——Answer to "blasphemer" It is summer now, and the foundation of the main project has already been laid and ground broken in due course. The flight circled over and left the shock of the century again. People step into the abyss like gold miners Feel the projection of undeniable spiritual brilliance. Ant-like construction army like Urban Abyss Numerous hands weave steel bars from countless facades, Connect the flowing clouds, flowing water, rivers, bridges and roads into a huge one. Ah, a labyrinth of columns and walls.It's a harp, a metal garden. It is the building blocks of heaven, the undefeated sugar cane forest, the tin drum...

The superb rhythm of day and night adds radiant prestige to the new theogony. There should be no place for all blasphemers to run around. so melancholy.Only heat waves and engineering ease the pain of faith. Don't say you've cornered me. I never thought I'd ever leave that place that you see as ominous poor way; The palm of my hand grows like an ear of wheat, and it shall be just as suitable for an ear of wheat to grow. Ore has been smelted in the palm of my hand, and it must still be fit for smelting ore. enough.let me enjoy silence. It is summer now, the sun is strong, stirring like red paint.

Foehn is roasted, asphalt is cemented, and gas is thick and astringent. The main project is sandwiched in the urban tide like an island among ocean currents. Someone reached into the fence and quietly took away an iron mold blank. But the blue bodywork is as plain as the indigo cloth, Cleansing like soap after rinsing off my melancholy. 1992