But like the male pig in "Fight Club", what an exciting thing he did when he was divided, this made me, who had a lot of desire to destroy my heart, hidden in the dark, and I looked at it to relieve my hatred. There are always people who like devastation rather than thriving, tragedy more than comedy, destruction more than construction, and more so-called "bad" than "good", right?
I am always vaguely worried, afraid that I am just such a person. It seems very abnormal, anti-human, anti-social and anti-progressive. But who can deny that that kind of strongly destructive or even destructive behavior can bring more pleasure?
The actor has severe insomnia and has to join various comfort groups. He can only fall asleep after crying. But when he discovered that there was a woman who was just a tourist like him, the comfort group had no effect on him, and he fell into a state of insomnia and apathy.
Until on the plane I met Brad Butte, who was forced to make soap for a living. It's actually just his clone. His life changed. Or it should be said that the split him began to dominate his life.
First in the underground fight club, after the split male pigs fought a few fights by themselves, other men gradually joined. Two men who had never met each other fiercely got into a fight. The blood was dripping on both sides, and even when their teeth fell out, the grievances in their hearts were exhausted, so they could return to their normal lives.
But with the expansion of the club, the male pig’s desire for destruction has repeatedly grown. Artworks in public places, coffee shops, and large public institutions, such as banks and economic buildings, have become targets of destruction. When the sober male pig discovered these terrible moves of the club, he tracked Brad Butt, only to find that the saboteur was his own clone. The most exciting part of the film is that it has been 2/3 before telling the audience that the two male pigs are actually just one person, right? Suspense should be set up in this way to qualify as suspense, right?
At the end of the end, the man with blood on his face was stunned, and the poor female pig's feet stood on a high place, watching the collapse of the buildings, and the film stopped abruptly.
Because of the pursuit of material, and then being enslaved by material, there is nowhere to release the pressure of real life. A series of destructive behaviors has become the best way for the anti-social factors backlogged in the heart to be reasonably vented. What is reflected is precisely the real body that is weak and incompetent in reality. The more helpless the real body, the stronger the clone may be. Hehe, how I love such absurdity, life is so plain and ordinary, even the channels for venting are so lacking. Isn't there such a lovely split, isn't that a thing that makes people want to be disappointed to death?
When the whole world tends to be absurd, only unreasonable behavior can be matched with it. It is the saddest thing to be a normal person who follows the rules and steps. It is full of destructive desires to do every bad thing at will, such as peeing in the soup, overturning Public art, a fierce fight at every turn, blowing up a building, will make the happiness of the disabled.
I am sure that there must be some people who will find peace in their hearts only when they see the despair of destruction. That person may be deep in your heart. It's just that you have been imprisoned under your normal mental behavior, and there is no chance to explode.
I like this absurdity greater than every truth. Okay, just treat me as abnormal. I don't want to be normal anymore.
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