Shan Hai Jing · Classics of Mountains and Seas

Picture Story

One rain after another.

This rainy season, the sky is excreting

five years of constipation.

Yunnan.

Dry.

I fantasize about growing a pair of wet vulva,

forever clenched around a sun-before-sunrise

fire.

I always want to taste it at night.

You are my hallucinogenic mushroom,

the green-headed mushroom.

Climax.

The Way.

The road is all red-clay sauce.

Following westward through the forest, that is West Mountain.

To cry out.

To fold.

This time, I must wait until the eggs become fragrant.