先提前对你说一声生日快乐。
不知不觉我已经二十了。你五十岁了。听说你不会去名人堂了。为什么呢？不过为什么都没关系了。就像鼬说的对，不管怎样，那是你。
你有你的选择。你有你的思想。虽然期待了很久能够看你一眼。可是那些也并不怎么重要。对。不重要。至少知道你还活着。
或者你依然淡淡的笑着，拥有你需要的平静。或者你忘却了那些喧嚣的记忆，终于想你所希望的一样，默默无闻，做自己喜欢的事情，一些奇怪却异常美好的事情。
我能想象着春天的颜色，想着你平静的站在阳光下的样子。
其实还是想听你说几句什么，哪怕是无关紧要的消息也好。
十年啊。我生命的一半了。对于现在的你来说是一段很短暂的光阴吧。也不能算是短暂。也是你生命的五分之一。
有一些人和事，开始了就那么开始了。结束了就那么结束了。
甚至那些曾经轰轰烈烈的感觉，岁月不曾留下了什么。可是偶尔回忆起来呢？想念吗？还是厌倦？
回忆应该没有声音吧。
时间流逝，不为任何人停下脚步。
有时候我觉得无可措手。总有些事情难以忘怀，可是又说不出来是些什么。零碎的，片段。
年过半百啊。不知道你身体怎么样。是不是还很健康。
每当提起你的时候我总是想到那个黑色头发的，穿着衬衫的，抱着吉他偶尔坏坏的扯开嘴角的男人。原谅我在我心里你尚未老去。
说出光滑的生命蜕变为沧桑有力这样的话，你会不会嗤之以鼻？
我体会的到你心里住着怎样一个自己。可是我无法用言语表达出来。那就自私的让我一个人幻想吧。
有时感叹沧海桑田。有时觉得尘埃落定。
但无论怎样，你还尚在人间。
锦瑟无端五十弦，一弦一柱思华年。
庄生晓梦迷蝴蝶，望帝春心托杜鹃。
沧海月明珠有泪，蓝田玉暖日升烟。
此情可待成追忆，只是当时已惘然。
没有什么想说了。其实也不过是一些废话。
最有用的不过一句天涯安好，彼时亦同在。
再回首
云遮断归途
再回首
荆棘密布
再回首
背影已远走
再回首
泪眼朦胧
再回首恍然如梦
再回首我心依旧
只有那无尽的长路伴着我。
生日快乐。IZZY!


如此深情的妞

Come Home
Things seem to blur sometimes. He can blame it on the drugs and booze, and he usually does. It抯 easier that way. Nothing on him! He抯 not losing it, it抯 just the dope, just the music, just the endless round of parties. God, the parties. Thousands upon thousands, girls with no faces, just breasts and a pussy attached to long legs and aggressive hair. All pouting lips and grabbing, clawing fingers. He hates them. Axl loves them. Axl drips with them, wears sluts like jewelry. Girls taller than he is, clinging to his arms, twirling talons in his hair, shaking sex in front of his nose. He shakes back, shimmying hips and high cheekbones. Beauty. Sometimes lights fly off of him. That抯 the drugs, but Izzy wonders. Maybe he just sees things more clearly when he抯 high. There is something about Axl Rose� Rose, god, what a name. Izzy remembers. He knew a boy once called Billy. Bill Bailey, who changed his name to Bill Rose to escape his ****face step-dad. And then to Axl Rose. W. Axl Rose. It still makes Izzy laugh to call him that. Axl. It抯 so awkward on his tongue. For so long, it抯 been Billy. Billy this and Billy that. Billy, don抰 drop the beer. Billy, quit ****ing with my hair. Billy, you can stay with me tonight. Billy, Billy, Billy� Won抰 you come home, Bill Bailey, won抰 you come home? And there抯 a flash of red hair, like the old song summoned him. Sneering and swaying, claw-fingered whores on each arm. He抯 not going to take them home, Izzy can already tell. He doesn抰 want them, keeps pushing them away. The track marks burn and he shifts his arms. Axl doesn抰 give a shit, but Billy hates them. Billy� that flash of green. Hah. Billy抯 dead now� 卆nd Axl is talking. Saying something about leaving, going to a different party with different sluts. Better ones, perhaps. Better drugs. Izzy抯 arm twitches but it抯 no good. He抯 stuck on the couch. Axl抯 not asking him along, anyhow, just casually passing on information. Making sure that his faithful Izzy will be waiting when he gets back. Right here on the sofa. He nods and the world teeters a little and he laughs. God, what has he had tonight? Too much. Not enough. Axl snorts and turns away and the sluts turn to him, second best. Third, even. Slash is covered already, or they抎 be on him. Izzy glares, calls after Axl. I抣l be here. I抣l wait. Axl lifts a hand in a flippant wave. He heard. Didn抰 listen, but he heard, and Izzy watches his vivid hair disappear into the swirling mass of people. He抯 glued to the couch. Glued to his drugs and his pathetic need and his idiotic memories. Yeah, he抣l be here. He抣l be here for the rest of his ****ing life� Bill Bailey, won抰 you please come home�


如此深情的楼主，必须顶！！！

哦，一贼，你可知在与你远隔万里的天朝，有数量相当可观的痴情女为你做着狂热骨肉皮的梦～

……楼上你……
不过楼主文笔真好，我说也是，那个什么不去也罢，想起一句歌词，freedom means my life~

怎么不艾特我
不管izzy stradlin做了什么，那就全都是izzy stradlin会做的事

脑残粉么么哒

其实一直以来我都想说，我恨你的id。。。。。

多年以前当我还是个看火影的CJ的妹子的时候随便打的