"The person I married turned out to have a life of her own! The importance of this event woke me up several times that night. Several times I sat up on the bunk overlooking my wife Marceline, who was sleeping on the bottom bunk." - Ji "The Violent Man"
After reading it, I remembered this sentence for no reason, and then searched the Internet again.
It took two weeks on and off to watch the movie. In the end, I only remember a few scattered fragments, and sometimes these fragments flashed like a dream. This film review is also a piece of text that is pieced together intermittently.
It's almost summer, I stand in front of the window at night, smell the dust and rain, and think of the summer in Paris, Texas.
When listening to lana del rey's songs, I always wonder why she is so addicted to summertime, curious about what happened that summer, so that almost every song of her has summer feelings running through it. Then it seemed to understand.
In the afternoon when it was about to rain, the entire closed room was filled with humming Xia Man. Lying on your back in bed, the world is turned upside down. The sky is the ocean, and the birds are the fish.
I opened the window yesterday afternoon. The loud whistle and the screeching of the land broke into the empty house. The lights were not turned on, as if it was about to rain. Paris, Texas is playing on my computer. Funny-looking aphasia who wears a brand new ill-fitting suit to look like a rich dad. Two young voices "Who is that?" "My dad" "How can there be two dads?" "Not everyone is so lucky." Across an asphalt road, they seem to be the best of the same soul Interpretation.
The pluck of a western guitar plays in the background. See what we all do for love. Eyes closed, a stream crossed the mountain to reach the valley of bitterness.
On the second day after seeing the middle of the film, my boyfriend and I went to ktv. Coincidentally, it was easy for me to put myself in a situation with a recent movie or book I watched and clicked yayo.
in the lyrics
“Put me onto your black motorcycle
Fifty baby dollar dress for my "I do"
It'll only take two hours to Nevada."
At the end of her lyrics she said, "Hello, heaven, you are a tunnel of yellow lights at night." And I cried. A tunnel on the highway, a dizzy dimension crossing. It's the light and shadow scene in Paris, Texas, and it's the running through of my personal life.
There were blinding flashes of lights that day, red, blue, and green. He imprinted his love on the corners of her body with his soft lips. Moist desire rises, condensing and condensing with the water vapor in the confined space, entrapped. A children's game, stretch out your fingertips to touch the burning creature, the head of the match touches the special surface, stir up the ripples under the layers of mist on the icy lake surface, and breathe with your fingers in the air several kilometers above. love poems written on the window. At the moment when time stagnated, she felt the fusion of different souls, not like water and milk, but like complementary objects, burning and dying together at the highest point of life. Just this moment is enough.
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