We saw the western coast.
I saw the hospital.
Nurse the shoreline like a wound.
Reports of lover's tryst
Were neither clear nor descript.
We kept it safe and slow.
The quiet things that no one ever knows.

Keep the blood in your head
And keep your feet on the ground.
Today's the day it gets tired.
Today's the day we drop down.
Give up my body in bed.
All for an empty hotel.
Wasting words on lowercases and capitals.

I contemplate the day we wed.
Your friends are boring me to death.
Your veil is ruined in the rain.
By then it's you I could do without.
There's nothing new to talk about.
And though our kids are blessed,
The parents let them shoulder all the blame.

I lie for only you.
And I lie well.
Halleluh.

---Brand New Lyric

^_^ & >_<

说上周末老衲正在郁闷之时，逢VT老友来访，遂进城寻葱（Chicago，法语shikaakwa, meaning 'wild leek'）。

坐船顺绿色Chicago River入Lake Michigan，傍晚的Navy Pier。

传说中的Michigan Avenue，两旁奢侈品店林立，红尘滚滚。

在世贸被堆了之后成为全美第一高度的Sears Tower上鸟瞰Chicago夜景。

蓝天白云下的风城。

略微让老衲失望的芝大，城堡和城堡顶上的小墓碑……

想当年班里五个人来了米国，这下凑了四个，缺了在雪城倒卖女式皮鞋的恩哥。

喜欢这个背景，油画风格的风城，以此送给今天二十五岁的老衲。

想起去年这个时候，刚来Purdue村，窝在没Gas没internet的五月花屯，一碗泡面，一盘郭德刚的相声，感慨良多。