Blue pills and a birthday
So the hearse ran out of gas
So the hearse ran out of gas
我从去年就开始研究我们学校的信息平台 (TSIMS) 了。比如这篇文章中所写的。
It was a world of snow. The black asphalt road was now soft and crystalline—so was the murky night, illuminated only by the snowflakes suspended in the air, as if the entire world was adrift in the clouds. The shops lining up the street have all gone blackout, their windows dormant in the darkness that the dim orange light from the streetlamps couldn’t light up. No colored lights, no Christmas trees—it was a desolate part of town where the merry Christmas spirit doesn’t visit on this special eve.
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我说这是一篇游记,你信吗?
我有一个设计师朋友。某天他问我,“如果有一条曲线,怎么把它变成一条有宽度而且处处等宽的形状?”
他透过准星凝视着眼前的这头鹿。
他注视着腿上的黑斑,好像注视着一个老朋友。
“马文,马文,”男人坐在沙发上,看着猫在吧台上跳上跳下,“生命、宇宙和一切的答案是什么?”
马克一直有早睡的习惯,即使是军营生活也没有改变这一点。但今天晚上,他睡不着。他在床上翻来覆去,过去一年遇到的所有人,经历的所有事,都一个个地一闪而过,他既躲不开,也抓不住。