A-tai, at a young age, he has inherited the necessary attributes of all kinds of male pigs' feet, sullen--"I'm just like other ordinary people who are ordinary to the death of elementary school students, just like other boys who have a crush on beautiful and bad sisters. Just like the other little brothers who are jealous of their faceless brother and super lewd dad, who call them experienced, but I just don't let you know what's going on" - please don't mind me interpreting the inner world of Man Sao Zai like this. The title of the most popular comment "May be about youth" is also quite boring (ha, please don't mind), because FLCL must be about youth, and youth must be about boring.
When I was in junior high school, the only thing that seemed to be understandable was A Tai's splitting headache. I don't know if everyone feels that way. In that kind of chaos where you just started to understand something and didn't understand anything, really, there would be something surging under the cerebral cortex, something inexplicable growing wildly. It seems to be the piece of cake that I couldn't bear to eat, but I misplaced the frozen layer of the refrigerator and couldn't eat it. It seems to be the dark green moss stuck under the ceramic sink that I use every day when I squatted down accidentally. A white T-Shirt with a drop of M's Burger Sauce on it.
Later, after reading some miscellaneous books, I realized that it should be a new word that the primary school Chinese teacher has not taught - worry. Then the English teacher taught another word, ANNOYING, which I liked very much. Even the pronunciation was very ANNOYING, which just expressed the uncomfortable feeling of having to hold back.
But A-tai is still happy. After all, his things grew long, grew a tumor, and protruded some horns, and they actually bore fruit, such as the fake maid robot with the face of a TV. This is another urge to dismantle the TV after the midnight bell. And the music of PILLOWS is also fueling the flames, and every minute becomes fertilizer for the weird stuff in my head. That is not the last, Atai muttered "SUKI" to the strange sister, ignited in an instant, released a huge pink mushroom cloud, and the suffocating energy of killing, defeated the strange sister - passing gently (really, Very short and fast) Blame the crimson of my sister's cheeks is a sign of Tai's narrow victory.
Of course, it is destined to blame the elder sister to continue to blame the elder brother, and the boring younger brother must have no fun. But so what, the sullenness broke out, and that kind of pleasure was neither blamed on the elder brother nor the elder sister. And that pleasure was shouted out by PILLOWS : SINGING
MY FUTURE, SILLY MY WAY
DANCING MY FUTURE, SILLY MY WAY , a bit silly, but cool.
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