The Prince and The Shepherd

Convulsion

Lynx moved backwards as if wanting to escape in seeing Anwell standing there. Did he heard anything they talked about ?

Raven swallowed his saliva,feeling the dryness in his throat.He looked at Anwell as if he was someone dead who came alive again from his grave .

Raven lighted a cigarette calmly , took a diary belong to Lynx .

Lynx looked at his notebook...how could he find his private belonging ? If Anwell read it , he will be embarrassed..

"'Hey ...are you a girl , Lynx? Writing..diary .....hahaha....it's a work of female..Sissy !! "

Then he opened a page , starting to read out loud mockingly...

* Abroad does not always mean the good season in Hollywood. It's true, winter makes people's faces freeze. It's true too , hundreds of high buildings and busy people passing by in big coats, don't want to smile except saying hello to those you know or just pass it by.

Love , money , time are all attachments so it is very fierce full to talk about money and business . Travel to developed countries , places of the sun and anywhere else in the snowy states , especially those with a history of colonizing other nations !

Enjoy your work .

the Creator has changed the snow to fall here which then shake the pores until it's terribly cold !Here is some watery porridge made from smelly rice I just ate.

Local radio shows are assholes like shit. Tomorrow I'll be out of work or not. The contents of my stomach feel like they're melting apart.

Everyone is looking for food and make a living. Some are stylish, some are sadding . I'm not . it's sad. but my wages are only enough to buy kale... that's sad.

If only someone wanted to buy my body at a high price, I would sell it, just once. It's pathetic, isn't it?

Never mind. I'm carrying a sack of hell in my stomach.. And chunks of ice cubes that are transparent and deadly. Why isn't my father Rockefeller .. Ha !

If I open the blanket I will convulse and freeze to death.

I think it's really good when I sit down and the sun just shines on me. I was cramped earlier by the cold. There's nothing I really love or love right now , everything looks like logs in a sawmill. ..smiling , laughing and talking made up like nasal from a sharp nose.But I don't give a damn.

Maybe the devils will pay more serious and sincere attention to me. Wouldn't they be very happy if humans were in the crust of hell mixed with blood and pus in a lick of fire full of hot coals?

Those celebs . Satan in genies and humans entities. *

Lynx _

Felix the cat . A comic of cat detective with black echolac and magnifying glass. That's black mean to his mind ." Stay where you are ! And a point gun on the back of his head . He moved away from the rickety chair in tiptoe.

Spinning wheel like a tv game show he ' ever seen with cracking sound and green pale to yellow block his mind but blowing the smoke in the wind created a storyline, letting the story work itself out without ending .

If he knew what's going to happen, so tomorrow is today . That's how paranormal got visions at certain times." Don't panic" will be the coming as reactions of people close to you...

What' s wrong with writing a diary ? Was it a crime or disturb anyone? Lynx can do whatever he wanted to in his bedroom, , and none have right to read it ...did he ever invite anyone to be the audience ?

Anyway, they have to let Anwell said things until he satisfied, until it's done. And be sitting there for anytime he wanted . ...Lynx was holding back to cry , when Anwell mocked and read his notebook again. At that point none may or may not move...