High doesn't need a reason, just like when I was watching pirate radio, I was so high that I cried. Thinking about it, the cheap emotion left after high is often because some people don't even want to do what they like to do. . Well, now I always feel that when it comes to life, ideals, etc., it becomes a lot more vulgar.
Recommending this movie to the ribs is also out of great selfishness. Wanting to go out with him to do something bad, guarding the entire row of walls in the vegetable field on the west side always felt like a waste of resources. I've been wondering when the word "throbbing" will ever be used, but that's how it feels right now. I don't know if the ribs want to play this ticket, because I know that even if he doesn't want to go, he will go with me. Orthodox artists like him are probably busy reading famous novels, arranging plays, writing big characters, writing poems, writing poems to accompany his wife, etc...
There is a boy named Wu in the junior high school class, he is short and chubby, and he does not pay attention to learning. Also loves to get into trouble and sits behind me for a long time. He likes to draw on Da Yan grass. Every time he closes his homework, he can see him drawing a revolver, a pouting robot, a big knife, and a smoking bug next to B and C. I don't know if he was torn by the teacher How many books. At that time, I was just drawing swimsuit beauties in the blanks of my textbooks and so on, and I stayed away from the art in his eyes. Then one day after the evening self-study, I went home and passed a relatively desolate place. I saw the boy and a few other people laughing and spraying something on the wall. I felt a burst of praise from outstanding Communist Youth League members to all non-ethnic people. The contempt that scientific culture deserves, and then hurried away. Passing there the next morning, I found that there was a pattern on the wall that looked like a combination of letters but was too fat to recognize. It just lay there presumptuously, full of indifference like the scraps in the corner. Aside from opening my prejudiced mouth and staring at my ignorant eyes, all I could think about was the laughter they gave out of pure satisfaction last night.
Later, I found out that the boy was doing graffiti for a while, and he built a website, and then he was promoted to high school. No one thought about this boy anymore, and then he went to college. With the kinky website, it was only when people recommended friends. I found out that this bear boy didn't go to school, but became an artist, dressed like something, playing music, designing, dancing and cars... I felt the same contempt from five years ago, but this time it was completely Because full of envy, jealousy, and hatred.
Oh, I forgot to mention, the department was given the task of painting a cultural wall, and the theme was "the 90th anniversary of the founding of the Communist Party". Later, they held a meeting and said that everyone should not be busy designing. The department will design it in a very humane way. Just follow the painting from time to time, it is best to find a time with good lighting to take pictures for everyone. Then an image immediately popped into my mind: On a dark and windy night for a month, I spilled a bucket of paint on the door of the department leader's office.
2010.4.14
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