Guess each other what the next line will be. What will this film be?
fear? love? Art? sci-fi?
When the angel fell into a mortal and had no money to take a car, a friend said: Now you know how hard it is to be a human being.
My friend said that if it was me, I would definitely make angels into mortals. The heroine becomes an angel. That's like a good movie. I said, it was me, and the heroine died. The protagonist lives alone.
How sad. Does sadness attract you and me?
At first, the movie was cut well. The picture is beautiful. There's nothing unique about the plot.
When I read the lines from Hemingway's novels in the movie, I remembered that I had another buddy who spoke like poetry. Comparable to Hemingway. I smiled and said to the other two friends, this is not that kid's lines.
That buddy has a lot of experience picking up girls. A few words, extremely lethal.
And my words are dull and boring. How can it be the shortest and most direct. Just how. Never embellish. I don't pay attention to description. The adjective has always been lace. Verbs are the bones.
Nothing is absolute. There are pros and cons. For example, if I am planning now, I need adjectives.
Don't set so many rules for yourself. You limit yours.
That buddy's ability, I can't catch the plane.
2009. You need to break those ingrained mindsets. Unbreakable. You have to do this.
Friend, so do you.
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