ANYTHING TO THE FILM I met her very young. The beak is not hairy, and the bird does not poop. Like all men and women who are in love, they regard each other as their last stop. In the end, without exception, he became the second trafficker of love.
I still remember Yulin West Street, after several lingering afternoons, she lay in my arms, looked up and asked: Have you seen "Born to Kill"? I said no. She said that she liked the killing poke in it, and it was hearty. I forgot the expression on her face when she said this, only the fishy smell of the viscous liquid in the air. Let the words start to stir, stand up and want to have another hearty fight.
Now that I think about it, the smell was so unhygienic that it gave me the illusion that our room was a giant pair of panties and our bed sheet was a piece of used, crumpled toilet paper.
Four years later, I was lying in bed watching Natural Born Killers and finally understood why she left me. She had always wanted to be Melorie, and she thought of me as Mickey who could change her life in advance. But life is not a movie after all. In three years, none of us have changed anyone. She looks at her Kangxi and I play my game. She didn't become Melorie, and I didn't become Mickey. Finally she went for a change, and I put down the game and fell in love with the movie.
What a long year.
During the year, I watched more than 400 movies. When I thought I had forgotten this person, I found out that you can't easily erase the memory of a person like in "Love Without Pain". It's always there in one way or another, even if it's just because of a DVD you just grabbed and stuffed into your optical drive. Although its appearance has nothing to do with love, it has nothing to do with beauty and cruelty. It flashes in an instant and catches you off guard. It's like wearing three condoms, but the MM who is happy with you is still pregnant, and finally she asks you, did you puncture the condom on purpose? I believe you'd rather put on ten covers than take down a city that it can't support with an army of a hundred thousand tadpoles. Of course, the safest way is to cut off the little JJ, but I can't guarantee that you will be able to practice "Sunflower Collection". Dongfang Unbeaten, who is holding an embroidery needle and throwing a red thread, is cool, but there is no love.
Yes, without love, time is always so long. I would rather have only one day in my life, one hour to be born as an adult, one hour to review and summarize, and the remaining 22 hours for me to enjoy my emotions in love.
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Yeats said, "The world is but a piece of dust under our feet."
He was very young when he wrote "Celtic Twilight". I don't know if he will become a god in Ireland after his death. After watching "Born to Kill", the first thing that came to my mind was this last sentence in "The Storyteller". I thought he must have stepped on my head very lightly. For some reason, when I think of Yeats, I think of Shen Congwen, Wilmot and Casanova. Probably because they both have a legendary love.
I've watched so many movies, almost every movie has a love story. It seems that every love story is legendary, either a tragedy or a comedy. Let me, who look up to love in my ordinary life, think that it is either noble like a saint or lowly like a prostitute. But it will not rise like the sun every day, warming every dawn, warming every noon, and worrying about every dusk. The love in "Born to Kill" overturned my gender identity about love. It can actually be a man, wielding a sword, wielding a sword, firing a gun, blood splashing everywhere, yet tender as a valley, insane and calm, with a sentence forever, saying, "My pure moment is better than your life's lies."
Mickey's love at first sight with Mellorie is due to fate. He is a natural killer, and he also has natural love.
So they drove to have sex; she helped him masturbate while visiting prison; together they killed the father who molested her; he stood on the bridge and cut his hands and clasped his palms proudly announcing, "In the name of God, I allow Mickey and Melorie to marry "; he said "I love you" to her when she squatted down to urinate; they could hug and kiss anytime, anywhere; they also wanted to try other bodies; she said "BAD BAD BAD" when he killed the old Indian man by mistake, He was sitting in prison writing her diary "I miss you, in this cramped bed, imagining you lying next to me, we kissed, not making love, just kissing, for hours. I love you more than I love myself. more."; thinking they couldn't escape, she said, "Let's go downstairs and kill ourselves so we can be together forever."
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forgive me, Oliver Stone.
After watching the film, I almost forgot about the artistic killing, the editing of black and white and color, the music that made people's blood boil, and those exquisite pictures. At this moment, I saw the killing poke, and in the end it only turned into love.
In the extremely humid night, I just miss you, love.
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