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Green Label Asda supermarket, you know, the meat sold in that year will go bad before the expiration date. There is no electronic monitor in a better place next to it. Anyone who can patronize is rich, and the supermarket guarantees that it will not be stolen. The bishop of the old age came to be the gardener of the new century, and suggested that double rows of hydrangeas be planted on both sides of the door, to confess the death of the person, and to lose his mind when he found that the sins of others were related to him. Human beings are atavistic today just as they were millions of years ago. They hunted wild boars — whose living standards were the same as they did millions of years ago — and sat around campfires at night, mute gestures, retelling their experiences during the day. Red wine is not used to preserve its value, it is drunk when it is time to drink it. Martini is more simple, dry gin and dry vermouth, twenty-five to one, linking those names that symbolize masculinity, Winston Leonard Spencer Churchill, Humphrey Bowen Chia, Ernest Miller Hemingway. But you can't drink it in one gulp, that's a wrong demonstration of how to drink. Only dare to order caviar with hare mashed meat in a big restaurant, roast lamb must stand and cut it, and snails in sauce, who is more unworthy of the ambassador, with wine as the pool and meat as the forest, For the drink of the long night. Clinking glasses, several families sometimes laughed, sometimes pretended to be serious and commented, "All contemporary literature, movies, plays, animations, stage programs, WeChat voices, patch advertisements, and short videos on mobile phones are nothing more than "An Andalusian Dog". The sad footnote of "". As for what that movie means, I don't know." The class that exploits wage labor for surplus value, the ultimate purpose of life is nothing but a couple of dinner parties, which may be the definition of happiness and boredom , everyone is willing to sell their souls to buy it.
There is no initiative, right? Everyone is just a collection of material desires. Is it the bourgeoisie or the dream that the main body is confused? The dream is a partial effect, first focusing on the roast chicken and discovering that it is a prop, and then realizing the theater stage. People don't realize when they start to dream, only when they wake up. The story should put the established social order in another frame and destroy it, it is audiovisual, walking down a country road and everyone is exhausted. It is not so rich. This irony is superficial. Although the differences between the so-called bourgeoisie and us are also superficial, but the strength is a little light, neither ridiculous nor scary.
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