I always shame to speak/write/think in English, even though I spent decades to learn it. Simply just not work.

This lab is testing my intuitive in this language, which I write what I think/react/inspired by the sound/voice/chat with people and surrounding within the project period, by employed sort of ’steam of consciousness’ writing, to express my thinking/feeling without concern on grammar and vocabulary.

I’ve started with only one short writing There is a line, before the project day.

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⎢There is a line
⎢can never cross
⎢
⎢You
⎢
⎢Me
⎢
⎢Mine
⎢
⎢Yours
⎢
⎢But that’s nothing wrong

Would you ⎢
name the line ⎢
read me the line ⎢

cross the line ⎢

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Would you mind to give me a hand?

Then I’ll hold it
and tag along with you
until you hate me

Would you mind to give me a hand?

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There is a word I can’t spell
Which spread out across the Universe

You know what
I know nothing about it, in real
Even I always say

Oh my G..

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My blood is brownish red

Coffee wash my vein
Caffeine live and breathe
The grinder activates my heart

Coffee colors brown
Caffeine colors red

But I can’t sure the color of my heart

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The room full of the smell of sunshine
brightening up the corner

The corner brighten for an hour
still white on grey, doesn’t wash out

I am watching the corner for an hour
then I lose the room
from front to rear, top to bottom

I lose the room
but smell

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Perhaps you are a good listener
please give me 3 minutes

count from now
go out to the corridor
and listen

I tried, before you came
then I heard your footsteps

3 minutes after

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You may know nothing about me
But you can know me
privately

Just come to my private view

It will be privately, for public
as you know, publicly
not about private

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Know Zen, heard about it
at least, you say

Who care?
Especially youth, you say

Zen is
for whom care
not about age

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Am I too complicated?

I am so stupid, to keep it simple
Spending whole life to pretend
an intelligent
No time to learn how to keep it simple

Does Intelligent’s life simple?

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You come to me, ask why
for a question I don’t understand

Why I don’t understand your question? You ask
for a question I don’t understand

Is that my question?

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Can you see the gap?
When I saw it, first time
I thought about it, all night long

A man pass the gap from right, a woman from left
they both disappear in seconds

I’m sure you can find the gap here
somewhere in/out the room

I found it in/out my mind

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Several bags of coffee beans
wait to be ground

They’re all labeled, differently
and you read them, one by one

The label

When you finish a cup
What do you think remains in your mouth
Over the tongue

Coffee
or label with Star?

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The Art of Loving
I read, or say, never read
because I didn’t read till end

You think about Love
or Loving? I doubt it

Any different? You tell me

No! I get it
It’s Lov-ing! If you know the different
it’s Love

Don’t tell me the end
and hope you never know

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You said my words are better than my works
I smiled

You said my works are better than me
I laughed

What can I say?
They’re mine

Unfortunately, that’s me

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I set up a lab, with aim
which everyone will ask me

I set up a lab, with aim
an aim to find an aim

No need to aim high

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I spend 50% time to think, think about you
you feel nothing about me

I spend 50% time to drink, drink with you
you say you know me in depth

Why I think so hard, drink so little

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You’re filming me
when I’m recording you

You hate your voice
I hate my face

Sadly, we can’t swap
although I like your voice
Off the record

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You can’t remember my name
Hard to spell, difficult to pronounce
horrible in shape

The reason why people always
be ignored, you think
No matter how hard they tried, how great in work
No one can be memorized, in this place

It’s name, given by family
please accept my apology
plus a piece of

memory stick

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My writing doesn’t make sense
when you read it, you complained

Its hurt
The writing you read is the best of mine, I believe

Perhaps I should reinforce my sense, except the primary five

The sense of humor

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I had three dreams, before I grow up
A lyrics writer
A novelist
An artist

I gave up to write, in my mother language
I decided to make, gave up my mother language

Did you feel I betrayed you?
My dear mother