光幻之墟

毫不壯觀的無意味巧合，十年前的房間站酷兒板與今夏ptt
拉子板的傾軋。酸水與糖水的配額不同，言說的糟粕與殘餘
既不平行也不交會。

早在一紀之前我就知道，由於知道而跋涉至體內的鹽柱與淵
藪，無人可到的洪荒獸原。而那些成員，那些過於人類的生
物，迄今還是不知道，偶而反撲，橫流雜沓的坑洞憑添些許
瘡疤。

reviewing all these monbo-jumbo noises, what really matters
is the confirmation of my own trans-boy identity. the
decapitated (non-)male part of the "male" lesbian
entity is the inverted, topsy-turvy tip which helps to
situate a supplemental, crucial piece of the younger
me, a moi upon whom a thousand sparkling bits in the
dark of the galaxy are built and glow.

those tender, formative years constitute my very being
, a flamboyant Personhood, a sneeringly exquisite
lordship, a sardonically melancholy way of life, and
thus, a sublime, inhuman masculinity upon which only
me and my kin could dwell.