It still feels too strong.
So many suffocating wires or conduits or odd parts twisted and tangled, coupled with the chaotic, chaotic footage of the acceleration.
Those gentle rounded lines and things from nature are absent, rough, dirty and grainy artifacts. The movement is mechanical rigidity and involuntary tremors, and when I see it halfway through, I feel the beauty of being able to slap gracefully.
Without a metal casing, any electronic product would be so ugly.
The first metal I had implanted was rusted and your razor is stainless steel.
Don't you understand, your future is metal.
The terrified man in the suit finally spit out dirty oil in the pile of living industrial waste and said, ah, I feel great.
Finally, I turned on the music and watched the end, and it was all fast-paced metal collisions. It's uplifting, but there's a frantic and morbid euphoria.
The scenes are mostly in the street environment of traditional old-style apartments. I threw up my lunch when the final ultimate fit stood in the neat and clean Japanese house.
That's where the poor punk metal boy's revenge on the industrial world begins. Bless him and bless us.
Suddenly I feel that the Hong Kong-style cult is weak! Not to mention the content and meaning, the shooting technology is ancient but it feels very clever to use! !
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