Gritting teeth and hating all things, the ugly and inferior high school girl when she first appeared. There are basically only two states, drug-taking and non-drug-taking. When taking drugs, I hug my mother and say that I love you, and step on the sewing machine to make collage pajamas for my mother, claiming to be creative in everything from then on. I was nervous before the exhibition and had no choice but to chant. I immediately refreshed and gave a speech in front of the visitors. I was deeply influenced by Cubism, and my works were integrated with postmodernism... Then I told my friends that I didn’t even know that these works had anything to do. What's the meaning.
She only attracts strange horns and only strange horns. She said I don't know. It seems that if anyone likes me and likes me, I can't dislike them. But in fact, she couldn't stand the torment of the strange horns, kept away from those neurotic boyfriends, and kept falling out with crazy friends. She couldn't handle the two tripods, she persuaded her to surrender, and she could not play with the weird sex experience, but she said goodbye to this batch, and there will always be the next one waiting for her. She can't do without them. Because she can't stand the sunny world: the psychological counselor who cares about her, the mother who tries to communicate with her parents and children, and the cousin who grows up healthily. She could only be that on the day her father died, she used drugs and laughed constantly, and received the first-class poisonous mushrooms from Hippie's aunt on her birthday.
But her problem is too young and too light compared to everyone in this heavy family. When the important pillar of this family collapsed, she was the only one to rely on. The eldest brother has a brain tumor undergoing an unpredictable operation. He can only talk to her. The second brother is nervous after being robbed. Only her company is good. The elder brother has a nervous breakdown in search of his missing wife.
Once there was a fire in the backyard of the house. Everyone burned their memories and came back again. Claire ran to the second floor to take out the speakers and play Radiohead's lucky for the poor. Once again, I was in her room with my friend to discuss an unprecedented exhibition, and I need you so much closer to sing the tenderness together, repeating this sentence many, many times.
At the end of the five seasons, the dust returned to the dust, everyone who was supposed to leave was gone, she got on her bright green hearse, saw her eldest brother in the rearview mirror, and finally started the engine.
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