<p class="ql-block">中国先锋艺术论坛。作者：elford。</p> <p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:18px;">梦境</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 我陷入最悲惨的境地</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">这可不是开玩笑。</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">我跨过海峡宽敞的客厅</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">母亲在厨房含泪拍拍马的燕麦的脑袋</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">而漏雨的早晨绕开这群马</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">燕麦袋子的墙壁</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 开始对人群发号施令</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">这也是我梦遗最厉害的时候</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 更适合冲浪的发电厂下面的山坡</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">空中的精灵</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">俯瞰着她，一个骷髅</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 吹起一阵刺耳的哨音</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">她将第一次看到，一双苍白的小手</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">捧起它</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">高高举到半空</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">十辆电动汽车组成的车队</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;"> 随后被蛀虫掏空。一个甲壳虫女人</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">两只后腿揉搓着它丈夫的阴茎</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><b style="font-size:18px;">DREAMWORLD</b></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">I'm in the worst possible situation</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">this is no joke.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">As I crossed the Channel's spacious living room</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">my mother in the kitchen tearfully patting the horse's oat head</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">and a leaky morning round the horses</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">the wall of that oatmeal sack</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">begins to give orders to the crowd</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">That's also the time of my wet dream the worst</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">more suited to surfing the slopes below the power plant</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">A elf in the air</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">overlooking her, a skeleton</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">blowing a shrill whistle</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">She'll see for the first time, a pair of pale small hand</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">holding it up</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">high into the air</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">.</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">A convoy of ten electric cars</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">subsequently hollowed out by moths. A beetle woman</span></p><p class="ql-block"><span style="font-size:15px;">rubbing her husband's cock with her hind legs</span></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p><p class="ql-block"><br></p>