I was in heat again - I slept for three hours at noon, and I actually dreamed of Sosaburo Okita Soji Gana. I ask myself that I’m not a rotten girl. I don’t have any extra sexual interest because the piston movement bayonet is no different to me, so I don’t have any extra sexual interest, but I actually dreamed that I was telling my friends about the chrysanthemum appointment, dissecting the imperial law, and even walking into the feudal house while dissecting. Looking at the inside and outside of the paper door from different perspectives - I watch a video material that does not exist in reality in the form of a possessed person, half can perceive all the psychological activities of the possessed perspective subject, and half can clearly perceive the thoughts of the viewer content.
It was a night when there was no lighting in the pre-electric era. The corridors and courtyards were typically dark blue. In the door, next to the window where the Chief Chongtian was leaning, the outer half of the pine tree was blue and black, like a dead tree on the seabed. Sea urchins are bitter, juicy and poisonous. Garner passed by his door, with a blob of orange so unusual inside, and stopped; but of course there was no cause and effect, for I did not perceive any "human" emotion, as Garner was with his voyeurism. The world outside the door is all cold and dead. Without being blocked by any fragile pulp, he saw Okita's cheeks facing out of the southeast window, wearing a robe, his slender legs were crossed, and his right hand was constantly stroking. Garner heard the sound of pugi pugi and understood that Okita was masturbating. This masturbation is like penance because of the protagonist's half-yellow, half-indigo clenched jaw and the bullet-like sweat beads on the temple; after a long time with the strong wind, the tree on the top of the cliff finally fell into the water, "dong", splashing out A lot of scum and mayfly with firefly white firefly...
In fact, I know Ghana knew Okita was thinking about masturbating, even though he didn't make a disgusting murmur during the orgasm, but that white patch on the ground, for the sake of elegance, let's say it's a jellyfish, obviously in Ghana Looking at it (I covered my eyes in shame and my subject was so calm, almost outrageous) gave off a stronger scent between night and turpentine, and flowed into the wider open, longing for a tender kiss in Ghana face and suffocate him; and its owner? That excellent swordsman seemed to have died after the cells were separated from the body - no, he was far from dead! His bundled hair swayed slightly, his black and white eyes shot in this direction like arrows, and he saw a tall, thin black shadow outside the door, like the despicable warrior soul in the covenant of chrysanthemums.
"You can't help thinking that," Kondo asked him, but Okita said he only likes beautiful stories. Without him, everything other than beauty makes him sick, and it makes him sick just thinking about it. But we only know the broad sense of beauty; whether it is the samurai scholar's covenant or the samurai's death that played a decisive role, Okita raised only the innocent, masculine and majestic smile of his child.
In the dream, I watched this scene that did not belong to Nagisa Oshima and my female friends over and over again and again. The director didn't want to give answers, and the plot in the dream didn't end: when Okita looked at Ghana with that (I can't imagine any other adjective, the contrast between black and white is as clear as cutting off a cherry tree), I was taken aback. Parents wake up. However, just like the dawn and dusk, illusion and reality always flow into one place - when a black snake twists on the immaculate white wall, it is undoubtedly divided and beautiful. But what was even more beautiful was the blue and red blood splattered when the snake was cut off by the sword.
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