Drugs are used to deceive yourself. Cosmetics are used to deceive others. Only arms are the most honest. Honest is like the trajectory of the AK47.
What is clean and what is dirty. The diamonds returned by the arms will eventually be worn on the necks of beautiful female stars. Film festival, red carpet, hey, she looks so good to wear, hey, goddess.
Then this goddess may have some extramarital affairs, and everyone despairs and no longer believes in love. Maybe this goddess happened to like to devote himself to public welfare, and she became happy with both virtue and art at once.
In my heart, no one is worthy of this word except Teacher Cang.
Those cute sparkling things will always accompany the female stars, at the charity gala, at the awards ceremony, on the photos of the gossip magazine provided by the paparazzi, on the bed of the director and the cores.
As for those AK47s, they will be held in the hands of their holders and shoot the sexiest bullets honestly. There is no spotlight, only firing pin, trigger, and magazine change, never jamming.
I think of a sentence I saw in Wanda: Some people think luxury is the antithesis of poverty. acctually is not, luxury should be the antithesis of vulgar.
So I want to say that bullets are not messengers of death, but angels that bring dreams. The people who shoot the bullets and the people who are hit by the bullets are dreaming. Dreaming that life and death are controlled by what you have in your hands, dreaming that you can live if you are strong enough, dreaming that you are really protecting the people you love, dreaming that the world is fair, at least for bullets.
Therefore, arms dealers are only angels who sell their dreams. They make desperate people's lives easier in this world.
They fly their dreams to all parts of the world, with a shuttle, only dreams that are cold and will not deteriorate.
The smell of gunpowder must be very similar to those good-smelling perfumes on the streets of Paris, Paris, oh Paris.
And gunpowder is cheaper.
So, come on, people chasing dreams, let the movement of bullets not stop. At the moment of being hit, please shout "I have a dream."
Those female stars who can only be seen on TV and newspapers will attend the charity party for you, and the sparkling diamonds will fill them with silicone Looming in her breasts. They will be interviewed on TV, crying, and even the silicone will cry.
I'm so touched, I want to cry too.
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