I am in love with you, like Yeats Every sentence of poetry makes me burst into blood. So I have to keep reading, repeating the melody and rhyme aloud. I also want your harmony, accentuating the rhythm to the theme, because these are all about you, all about you. You believe that life is a circle, a helpless cycle, love, entanglement, and start again. You say, you just want to break it. Then I will help you, help you get rid of everything you are bored with. But you resist, because it's me that you are tired of. There is not enough love to hold up hate, and I hate you at the end is still you, your blue eyes, fingers holding cigarettes, and the trembling voice floating in the night. Your sailor dream has never been realized, and you have never seen a revolution that is liberated. What you break with your own hands is nothing but the shackles that you put on yourself. You say, it's all because of me. I always think that only by saving you can you be free. I learned later that it just gave you another prison.
You have never been mine, like the banned books locked in the library are never allowed to be read in public. They are your holy scriptures, so I also remember you by heart, so that I can never lose them. You are the subject of the poem, the fantasy, the circle that cannot bear to break. I can do everything for you to stay awake, you are my cocaine, the arteries gushing out of my neck. You can kick off the cushion chair under my feet and tighten the sling around my neck, because I am myself in front of you, because dying in your arms is the romance I want to be crazy, and it suffocates me without you. And your blood has never flowed through me, so I am going to kill you, dear. A knife, your heart, my hot obsession. Two knives, your dilated pupils still fascinate me. Your blood stained my clothes red, soaked in the lake, and I was with you, sinking into the cold lake, sinking into the love that you and I cannot get rid of. "Life is round. That we're stuck on this wheel of living and dying. An Endless circle until someone breaks it. Someone broke it)" Damn poet. He lied to us and made us think that death is eternal freedom. In fact, we have never been free, nor have we been imprisoned, until the lover appeared, until you smiled and said to me, I like to try to like complexity, that makes life broad and interesting.
The experience of watching the movie at 2:17 in the morning, about "Kill Your Darlings". The film review written to "Chronicle" two years ago has not yet ended, nor will this time, because for Dane DeHaan, who always looks melancholy in the "American literary film" and then smiles amazingly. The expectation will not end. The gimmick of the base film is always a sex scene, and this film is no exception. Except for the deliberate sensationalism, the lines quoted a lot of poems are basically passable. And because it is an adaptation of real people and real events, the additional association is also considered one of the successes of the film. The metaphor and rhythm are well grasped, and the timeline is clear. Although there is no impressive lens processing, the expressions and actions of the characters under the lens are still quite tense. Costumes and music are above 90 points, and the metaphors of lyrics and verses are worthy of scrutiny. After watching the whole film, removing the rotten girl's mentality, the nympho for handsome guys, and the habit of not being able to survive personally, I still give this film a good reputation. It's worth watching 3 and a half stars. It is a great work that can be used to pass the boring late night during the holidays. PS Dane is so charming when he grows up! ! ! He is definitely the best candidate for the male lead of a literary film!
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