偶尔看到

 

145.97.39.132 en.wikipedia.org
145.97.39.132 zh.wikipedia.org
145.97.39.132
jp.wikipedia.org
145.97.39.132 upload.wikimedia.org
在 X:\WINDOWS\system32\drivers\etc\hosts 加入以上内容

 

PS

我也是刚看到，在奇奇怪怪的地方看到转载。

陆续看点公众性的blog，好比看专栏了，挺有意思。

不过很令人崩溃，看着些写的挺搞笑或者挺有想法的文章，不当心撇到下面众人的回复，实在是哭笑不得。也不知道所谓的“shafa”是什么无聊的人想出来的,还有比shafa更无聊的各类评述。我就在想这web2.0，倒是解放出了一批又一批的弱智，以至于我觉得我看得东西是弱智看过的东西，忍不住就要恶心。

To Boddah pronounced
    
    Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile camplainee.
    This note should be pretty easy to understand. All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years. Since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven’t felt the exitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guilty beyond words about these things. For example when we’re backstage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowd begins it doesn’t affect the way in which it did for Freddy Mercury who seemed to love and relish in the love and adoration from the crowd. Which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is I can’t fool you. Any one of you. It simply isn’t fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I’m having 100 % fun. Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch in time clock before I walk out on stage. I’ve tried everything within my power to appreciate it, and I do. God, believe me I do but it’s not enough.
    I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. I must be one of one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they’re gone. I’m too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasm I once had as a child. On our last three tours I’ve had a much better appreciation for all the people I’ve known personally and as fans of our music, but I still can’t get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There’s good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much. So much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, pisces Jesus man! Why don’t you just enjoy it? I don’t know. I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what I used to be.
    Full of love and joy kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can’t stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable self-destructive, death rocker that I’ve become. I have it good, very good, and I’m grateful, but since the age of seven I’ve become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along, and have empathy. Empathy! Only because I love and feel for people too much I guess. Thank you all from the pit of my burning nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I’m too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don’t have the passion anymore and so remember, its better to burn out than to fade away. peace, love, empathy.
    Kurt Cobain
    
    Frances and Courtney, I’ll be at your alter.
    Please keep going Courtney
    For Frances
    For her life which will be so much happier without me. I Love you. I love you!

很多年后，你还会因为那时的悲伤而悲伤么？

从梦中睡醒的自己，睁开眼睛看到的是几眸朦胧和迷糊。
记忆里还残留着梦里的字句片语。我却已身隔数万年后的现在。

夏天终于在滚烫的太阳下面慢慢的溜了过去。
下午墙面上那些光斑隐约的透着潮湿和烦躁。
我依然汗流浃背，跟着生活的脚步一步一步的平移下去。

我在虚伪和诚实间挣扎。喜欢跌落在虚拟的世界里讨论任何问题。
用歌词来结束或者描写某段经历，瞬间或者是死亡。
全然是毫不费力的一件事情。

就像我在这里写着序言。我想轻松的，愉悦的写完它们。
意念太戏剧化。我怎么能说服你同我一样的喜欢任何状态中的生活呢。
做梦最好。醒不来最好。实话是很残酷的。空杯里永远不会自己蓄满白开水。

南柯一梦。终是活生生的人世最好。最为感触。音乐虽然何尔无味。
但它让很多人的世界，梦里起着无数的变化。让人清醒。陶醉。

留下一句话给你
天空像浩瀚的海洋，你跌了下去，却飞了起来。