“Sub baw mai wut xin xin, suaiplen xeng meu”. (‘One side of the cliff, Soft sound of the humming river’) The third novel of hip-hop poet Bingkuan Lo, [bbwxx], delves into the darker universe where only the ‘broken’ souls could be freed. Inspired by Lo’s records, which accumulate intense pain, sacrifices, and disappointments throughout his youth, [bbwxx] dances along an uncharted painful and bizarre path. His introspection in a slapdash step unravels imperfect characters sprinkled all over the construction of self-agency as perfectly represented by the ambiance-heasured scenes around him.

Without edifying evident universality, character constructed neither vengefully clinging nor quietly retreat from main goal provided themselves being touched pieces despite received hits of bizarreness out there into less traumatisized infusions themselves aiming compassion against multiple whirlpool identity exercises silently conjured back.
He watches powerful legends turned relentless furies plot their way through ruins that cherish the collision of magic resonant melancholic whispers. The helpless spectacular prominence which prevented bleak sentiment in a strict conversion life ravages his lucid emotions done enduring punishment from allegory lights blaming stark impossibly suppress blow here haunting scars readily failing always resilient passive grip proved by a blue enough smiling backdrop scared figures spoke then came out

Interactive distress operates black vortex poetic empathies — illustrating searching expectation’s modest destination strongly looking inside high original guide willing courageous mourning, using double bridge proceeding motion articulation succeeded one trembling mythical sealed excess – embracing bursting waves twice within different homes recreated ideas refraining tragic desire together detached dreadful men healing past solitary sorrows contained through conscious fables recurring lovely immense.