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All the old ghosts are one. From a distance, their faces merge into one familiar, fatherly look. They build up the wall as high and dear and impenetrable. You learn to recognize it by and by as the door is stormed open and your head droops slow like a weary insomniac who has long forsaken any dreaming and wakes to see, between words of degradation and the world of hierachy, that you are not their equal. Yes, for your own good, you are not their equal at all. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 119.77.204.50
hahastarr:剛把droop看成drop嗚嗚 04/27 00:05
korn31910:A good one!! 04/27 13:28
hecati:*拍拍* No indeed, we are not their equals... 04/27 15:59
hecati:...we are BETTER! (evil grin XD) 04/27 15:59
spacedunce5:not bad . . . slammed open? 04/28 01:36
Thanks for the reminder... ※ 編輯: yuuyh 來自: 119.77.204.50 (04/28 21:36)
mrshoward:Like it! 05/04 01:36