2008/09/11(木) There is not such a worthless thing unless there is a talking partner.
But it is not thrown away.
Therefore the room is filled with things.
Therefore my room overflows with the thing which is not thrown away.
I seem to look and turn oneself whom I cling to in the past away and close it. ...
My room does not have a place to stay.
My town does not have a place to stay.
My world does not have a place to stay.
My words do not have heaviness. There is not breath.
I am detested with carbon dioxide keeping on shining.
I reduce oxygen and drain carbon dioxide and take out feces and take out urine and am fagged out.
Your heart only warm for my sigh if born to me.