I didn't die quickly in adolescence, although I repeatedly used my hopelessness to mate with it crazily.
Adolescence itself is a metaphysical sensory kingdom, where we kill people all the way and arson, and then continue to kiss without being caressed, just like the action boy and green clouds in "Elephant", running through the clouds and water, the body is getting heavier and heavier because of growth. The truth turned into an explosive scar that developed thickly on the skin.
For me, everything is so sporadic and spontaneous. I think of it as the female's body during a sex session, the humiliating posture is a tool of resistance, and the licentious organ is a pure enjoyment. Being fucked is a revolution in itself, which is both high and romantic. What we can do is just enjoying into the battle just like entering a vagina. Happy Together
. So we watched some movies, listened to some music, and met some people, but from then on they became hopelessly melancholy. Oh good! How can I excrete these emotional secretions that have become complexes like illnesses? To be a big shitlist!
1. Where are we?
“We're the middle children of history, men. No purpose or place.
We have no great war, no great depression. Our great war is spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives.
We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods and rock stars. But we won't. We're slowly learning that fact.
And we are very, very pissed off. "
These are the most heartbreaking words in "Fight Club". This exciting movie is full of heartbreak from beginning to end. It reminds me of the passionate and sad novel "2 Lives". We are abandoned by disaster and pain. What will a generation die for? I think we will die of heartbreak. The safer the heartbreak, the more fragile the heartbreak. The more numb the more immune, the more grandiose heartbreak! A lot of generations.
I won’t ask questions such as "Where should we go?". What we urgently need to solve is where are we now. We grow up in a painless era and are healthy physically and mentally, so we will die. every day I fight and every I die.
"Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing." Physical practice has become the most urgent pursuit, the pursuit of skin pain, the pursuit of nervous panic, this is undoubtedly the most in the era of nothingness High entertainment facilities. Just like the beautiful SM, like the sweet medicine, like the climax of Punk. The ideal without action will no longer be an ideal. Fight Club is our ideal party. Just like the everyday in "Shortbus" A bar with a feast of sex is loved by people.
We are not nihilism. All pretentious lyricism is as disgusting as shameful narcissism. Internal bleeding taught me the truth of growth: First activity and no words!
“First rule of fight club is, you do not talk about fight club.
Second rule of fight club is, you do not talk about fight club.
Third rule of fight club is, someone yells “stop”, goes limp, taps out, the fight is over. "
We are a generation forgotten by history. In this speechless era, when you say stop, the fight will stop. Stop resisting and you will no longer be a fighter. Not a warrior, you will become an accomplice of society and your own traitor at the same time.
Sorry, I can only say that. Because this is who I am. If I am not determined enough, then another me who is not myself will stagger over from her long and sleepless world and use her usual hesitation and out-of-focus so-called moral cycle to persuade me to stop. I will fight her. I am always fighting her! The
imminent Tyler in the movie, the sexy and impeccable man, he always scolds me and cry, is as severe as all the elders who I feared but escaped attempted in my childhood. I fear that verbal violence is far better than corporal punishment. Every time I turn off the light and go under the table, I can't help but recollect how you call me violently and kill me. Therefore, whenever the screen turns to the wonderful action scenes of Jack and Tyler without language, I can squeeze my nose and crawl out from under the table quietly and sit back on the limp sofa. Those hot fights make me feel warm, which is the transmission of passionate love.
Words always kill me.
So if u love me please shoot me imminently without saying u love me.
And I can be hurt less.
"Forth rule, only two guys to a fight.
Fifth rule, one fight at a time, fellas.
Sixth rule, no shirts, no shoes.
Seventh rule, fight will go on as long as they have to.
And eighth, the final rule, if this is your first time at fight, you have to fight."
Let Tyler tell you the only strong rule in this irregular age.
First, don't talk about this forgotten age. (This era has not belonged to us from the beginning.)
Secondly, don’t try to use verbal lyricism or anger to suffer this speechless era. (Just fight. We are neither the lyrical generation of nothingness nor the angry youth of the revolutionary age.) The
third battle will eventually stop when one side is about to be destroyed. (Destruction is the essence of all battles. Either the youth destroys the age, or the age destroys the youth.) The
fourth battle is only the enemy and us. (We are the enemies of the times! Who told me that we are the darlings of the times and the pride of the times?!)
A battle in the fifth era. (The revolutionary conflict is like a major comedic contradiction!)
Sixth, naked fight. (What kind of eyes did the times give me? What did I see sincerely by staring at it?
Without protection, what is flowing out of it?) The seventh battle has no time limit. (Live as you wish and fight as much as you like.)
The last rule of the eighth history, if this is your first time facing the battle of an era, then you must fight on. (Smell like teen sprit. The young body collided with the times. From then on, his mission is a very high hand-to-hand fight!)
2 What are we doing?
I took lots of colorful pills in this dirty morning.
I regarded them as my lovely junk food.
Both of them were sweety.
Like my friends my guys my girls my sexy bodies my parties my wars my highways my photoes my bananas my Channel 5 my tobacco my drug my grunge my poem my Bowie my L7 my Floyd my pussy my gun my pain my panic my anxiety my resistance and my destory.
All of them I owe I get and I take are sweety.
My sweety bitch.
You won’t know my dear, what I thought of when watching "Trainspotting" is with Renton Make love. You will never know that this kind of obscenity is so powerful. When others ask us what we do, I will answer-Trainspotting.
I like simple and straightforward sex. Warm and vulgar, like Trainspotting, it is a thing that naturally occurs and naturally retreats. I have seen countless active comments discussing what exactly is Trainspotting in English. Trainspotting? Drug injection? Do you want me to choose the one that I think is the most reasonable from all possible answers? Haha I’m too lazy to care about it, I’m too lazy to recognize it, I only use my adolescent and degrading body to masturbate my Renton while you are consuming your brains and narrow-mindedness. It`s not just about sex but about all the young guys just like us .My Reton told choose not to choose the key.
And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who need reasons when you are trainspotting?
What is Trainspotting to me is what we are doing.
We are fucking we are injecting we are drinking we are smoking we are sucking we are smashing we are crying we are running we are blooming we are dying.
Trainspotting is what Trainspotting is!
If you are serious enough to pursue a Chinese translation of Trainspotting, then you have violated Reton and violated our fast-food generation. It's ridiculous that what you are investigating is a state, youth is not an action, it is just a state, naturally, without any motives. Making love and not making love, taking drugs and not taking drugs, working and not working, anger and not anger, all these do not need to choose! We choose not to choose! It's all the same! We take drugs not because we deliberately rebelled, nor is it because we are rehabilitated by a major conscience. He fucking "sees the ideal in this movie", everything we do is only because we are still young! We are trainspotting!
Growing up in this era forgotten by history, we sang and peeed on the empty railroad tracks, dressed in our favorite Emo style, swallowed a puff of smoke viciously and fell heavily on the deserted ground, how all this is wonderful. Maybe you will curse at uncertain times, cursing that as a child of XX country, you are always so uncomfortable and melancholy! But they do not hate, they have never hated their XX country! This child with an excess of love desperately chooses to love physically and mentally in a sickly age. The one who loves is more intense than anyone else to love to the point of powerlessness! In this fucking era, the excess of love is a kind of congenital plague of young people, and the only symptom of this terminal illness is the weakness of love. They are just rebelling themselves, and rebelling against them is a natural state, not a crappy action made by force! Everything is so natural! The rumbling train, screaming injections, Trainspotting for my dear fucking bloom!
3 What are we shouting? The
next movie is too melancholy. So I can't comment on it! I can only say, go see it! It will make you cry, and after crying you will know what you are shouting!
Oh no, I have to sing a song first, it has nothing to do with the content of the movie dear, but they have the same name, the same young and painful name!
Rape me
Rape me my friend,
Rape me,
Rape me again.
I'm not the only one
Help me,
Do it, and do it again.
Waste me,
Rape me, my friend.
My favorite inside source,
I'll kiss your open sores,
Appreciate your concern
You'll always, stink, and born.
Rape me.
Nirvana
They went to see the sea on their way to Paris.
I remember that the sea in the distance was a hopeless and disgusting dark blue.
But why do they become more desperate red than despair when the dry waves hit the scene? !
Who taught me the suffering of survival?
Oh good! In this way, they hugged in the windy morning, and even their tears were standing awkwardly.
I love you! Because your strength in the crowd makes me so excited that I can recognize it at a glance.
4 Who are we?
Natural born killers.
Because of respect, so speechless. This movie is my favorite. Favorite.
How many years later when others talk about this era again, I think I will tell him, We were natural born killers during the cruelest time without killing!
"Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing."
So we were born from looking for Our sweety pain and fighting!
Chun Wuli said, the beat generation, the confused generation, the love and peace generation, the nihility generation, none of us are. We just inherited the gains of our predecessors' deliberate irony and deconstruction, and they have become a matter of course when they come to us. There is no ideal, no sense of responsibility, no traditional concepts, no morality, and even more scrupulously do whatever you want. This world was not ours from the beginning!
Cheng used his black eyes to search for light, but Gu Cheng was dead, and the lost generation represented by Gu Cheng died madly. The principle of persistence is no longer suitable for us!
The times gave me a pair of plastic eyes, but I use them to find glass?
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