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Calista 2022-04-20 09:01:02
Go to TM's cult~
Cults say that we are born to suffer and that we are God's outcasts.
The cult says that material things are shameful, and we should exchange physical pain for spiritual sublimation.
The cult says that we must destroy, not build, and start everything from scratch.
Watching the movie again, I dragged... -
Serenity 2022-04-22 07:01:02
hello, i
Hello, me.
Tell me, who am I?
Tell me, who am I?
Tell me, what's the point of jumping up and down to live out of breath?
As a Chinese child in the new era who grew up eating KFC McDonald's and watching Hollywood movies, he was still subtly influenced by traditional Chinese thoughts....
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Shannon 2022-03-22 09:01:04
8.0 Convene the masses to be anti-social, with minions all over the place, and use darkness and madness as the ingredients, which can be classified as the same as the later [V-Vendetta Team] [Dark Knight], revealing the same naivety. But after the two are true, you lose the superhero movie, and [Fight Club] gathers absurdity, violence, and rebellion, but at the tip of the end it releases gorgeous fireworks made of violent explosions, declaring that this is a fairy tale romantic.
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Gracie 2022-03-24 09:01:04
Not just the schizophrenia.
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