The Dark Balloon

A weblog by Hao Lian.
A terrible secret guarded by golems.
A note that thanks you for being born, all those years ago.

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Left sister

He pulled me by my shirt and whispered quietly, emotionlessly into my ear, “Are you allergic to the word ‘milk’?” I said no, and he whispered, even more quietly than before, “I am.” He writhed and turned over and collapsed on the floor, and that was the end of him.

[(2005 October 13) .]

Abandon your ideas.

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