I just wanted to listen to songs on station B, who knows, so I clicked on the movie, and when I watched it, I felt like I was playing ball, and I started having weird dreams again. Finally, I know the source of the brainwashing human flesh factory in a lot of cuts. Finally, when the teacher whips the students in the animation, there are actually bigger monsters whipping the teacher behind them. When I cut my nipple, I felt like I was going to be sad about the nipple syndrome. After watching the stills, I realized that the bloodiest part in the back had been deleted. When I see the part of the Nazi concert again, the ultimate meaning of decadence and misanthropy is that I am sarcastic when I become crazy.
It evoked a little memory of junior high school. At that time, my worldview was incomplete but I always wanted to reconstruct it. In short, all obedience was worth rebelling. Therefore, living so torn all the time is the sequelae of that time. Anyway, it is to be very contemptuous of the surrounding. I just said yesterday that I envy the circle of friends who are positive and enjoy their work, but I can't do it. I hate what I do.
It's too far away, in short, the movie is very decadent and full of energy. If one day I really understand all the weird things in it, my spirit must be on the verge of really needing to be reconstructed.
I feel that this weird and absurd surreal form of expression is really too strong compared to the realistic approach.
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