Drowning °
a book. a movie. After reading it over and over, I was afraid that I might still misunderstand it, so I simply studied the script. The dream-like story is just a prop in the director's hands, and the real personnel affairs have long been forgotten. Retelling history is misunderstanding. Let it be false then.
Sixties. What an enviable era it was, people were dreaming of UFOs and flying freely in space.
It's one of the most ambiguous and overlooked pieces of rock history. He, she, and him. The roles are different, and the clues are vague. Against such a grand background, I just want to tell the story of TA.
Drunk °
He is feminine and self-pity, treating life as a dream-making drama.
He is lonely and conceited, indulging in extravagant beauty, posing in a seductive pose, bewitching all beings.
His naive, cowardly, man-made assassination turns the poignant beauty of form into a comedy of substance.
Velvet Gold Mine. Those days when you put yourself in the precarious state of being dreamed and run all the way to desire.
He tries to be reborn in color, without any scruples.
He was wrapped naked in the rose-colored velvet blanket, looking up, drunkenly.
Heavy eyeshadow. Glittering sequins. Rotating heels. Charming purple and enchanting green. The peerless elegance sprinkles a fragrance on the lantern.
Countless people are looking for projections in him, but what about himself?
You stand on the stage, the stage is yours. As soon as you walk away, the applause is gone. This is the rule. Beauty is so powerless.
From that gunshot, the ending has been judged. In this absurd dream-making game, he finally lost everything and could not turn back. Those traces of love are finally dried up by the years, and they exist in a certain place in time, and no one cares anymore.
Many years ago, he had a dream. Years later, he continued to live in people's field of vision as a meteor superstar. The dream came and went in and out of his mouth, like fireworks, when he opened his mouth. None exist.
Perhaps, when the mottled skin began to spread in the corners of his eyes, when he realized that he was still old, and when a person named Curt flashed in his mind, he would say lightly: How many people have followed our past.
Ruin °
Cut offbeat women's clothing, skinny leather pants, high-heeled pointed boots, bright and charming red lips, and smoky makeup that charms all beings.
This man named Curt has a rebelliousness and decadence engraved into his soul.
He is violent, unruly, drug dependent, looks down on anyone, and doesn't believe in anything, including himself.
He lived a down and out life. Like a beast in a struggle, it trades its soul for youth, regardless of the future.
He doesn't seem to care about having or losing, only his bright eyes and raised mouth reveal his undisguised sarcasm of hypocrisy. He was crazy and surly on the open-air stage. His waist twisted like a water snake, he took off his skin without any scruples, raised his middle finger, sang hoarsely, tried all his strength to celebrate, and greeted the end of the world, extremely enchanting.
An aura of despair and violence emanated from the man's bones. His recklessness made Brian under the stage feel like he was just a poor performer, like he was hit by a bullet. Liaoyuan.
He was the man who stood by Brain's side and stood up for him. As a result, it was still abandoned by Brain decisively.
He was born rebellious and unruly, how he was entangled, he never cared about possession and loss, but he was lost when he saw a back like his lover after leaving angrily.
He still lives down and down somewhere inconspicuous, in the cheap and vulgar crowd and the air around him, quietly watching from afar.
The huge world once built is only destroyed in a few seconds, and the love of the past is only a fellow traveler, and the memory is nothing more than that.
He struggled to forget in unstoppable nostalgia. The moment he took the emerald, he had already surrendered to the past calmly and sincerely. With a slight smile, everything vanished.
Died °
gorgeous to cruel, gorgeous to sad. Poor is also sad.
I can happily accept Brian's declaration to the media that he is bisexual, but I can't accept that Brian is really in love with Curt.
With just one look, Curt can obliterate everything around Brian.
She had to admit that only curt, but he and only him, was Brian's only one.
He cherishes his dreams, is obsessed with his talent, loves his beauty deeply, and stands on the side of the stage willingly, because of his brilliance and turmoil unparalleled.
Curt is the idol who opened Brian's heart. brian is curt's most loyal believer. This uncontrollable fact, she chose to sit on the sidelines.
When Curt smashed equipment in the studio, Brian yelled desperately at his back. Before leaving, curt was still waiting under Brian's window, leaning against the car door to smoke, Brian only opened the corner of the curtain and watched secretly, his eyes filled with tears when he passed her. Brian ended up breaking down in the studio. Tears shone in the darkness, a revelation of his fall.
Brain's cowardice, after the dream was shattered, he only had the courage to deny it. He forgot the way back on the gorgeous stage, and he lost his comrade-in-arms in the expectation of changing the world. No one reminded him, no one gave directions, even she forgot about it.
Curt left, and he fell into a heroin addiction. She just realized how cruel it was, she screamed that I'm your wife, and Brain sneered, unmoved.
As Curt lay on the stage, weeping in despair. She saw Brian wrapped himself in a desperate black coat, lowered the brim of his hat, and walked away quietly. Curt asked expectantly if she had seen Brain, and what would have happened if she had told the truth?
In this entanglement of love under glam rock, she was just a bystander, had an absurd open marriage, and never made any effort to exile herself and her love. Pity for such a beautiful woman.
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