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Leonel 2022-04-22 07:01:06

A story, an idea, and a game are not so much a well-choreographed repertoire as a study of an exact problem. The purpose of my writing is to find this exact purpose, not to seek justice or originality, but only for my own recovery.
Neurosis is undoubtedly happy. The reason for being stubborn in his own do and don't and not asking about the world is the tolerance of the world to him. Tolerance and freedom, they get unconditional tolerance, only then have unconditional freedom. Where is our freedom, the world has never understood tolerance, tolerance can only come from our hearts. To be exact in the film, it is the belief that each person's story determines. The subtlety lies not only in the design of the different beliefs of the seven regiments, but also in the mutual interference and compromise of the beliefs of the seven regiments. It can be called learning by the second.
The so-called recovery is to allow oneself to regain the strength of inner strength, please let the inner fragility, experience real, fictional, people and stories. Why do you sigh, young man, young man, why do you smoke, young man, why do you doubt yourself so many times, young man doesn't care about digressing, he doesn't care about the audience, young man's audience is himself, AGCO's audience, isn't it him Did you lock yourself up?
AGCO's article doesn't pursue logic, because he hasn't recovered yet, he's still insane. But neurosis cannot suffer, man is not born to suffer. There is no doubt about that. Is it time to find yourself some faith young people? It's never too late. It's just that you can't easily deny the past you, the present you, and the future you. If you easily deny yourself, you will naturally be fickle and worry about split personality and self-pull. It's not your fault, It's not your fault.
Sort out some points in the film.
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"An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind."
"I believe it wholeheartly."
"No, It doesn't. There will be one guy left with one eye."
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The gap between the two has been revealed since then. The understanding of peace defines its life.

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Seven Psychopaths quotes

  • Billy: Is that a guinea pig? It's a gerbil, isn't it? That's enormous. Hey, Marty, we just seen some kind of giant gerbil.

    [Marty punches Billy]

    Billy: Marty, you alcoholic fucking bastard.

    Hans: Yeah, you might wanna stop drinking, Martin, if this is the way you're gonna behave.

    Marty: If this is the way I'm gonna... This guy just telephoned a psycho-killer to come down and psycho-kill us. And this guy's doubting a lifelong belief in the afterlife because of a psychedelic cactus he just ate. And you motherfuckers are telling me to behave?

    Billy: Whoa. Whoa. Time out. What's all this about doubting a lifelong belief in the afterlife because of a psychedelic cactus you just ate? Hans, what the heck?

    Hans: I met Myra. On the ridge. She had some things to say.

    Billy: About the afterlife being non-existent or something?

    Hans: That was the gist.

    Billy: No, no, it might have sounded like Myra. But you know why? Now don't get mad, but you know I can do Myra's voice pretty good. Yeah, I snuck up there a little while ago and I pretended to be her. I started saying all kinds of crazy stuff.

    Hans: Hmm? But what specifically did you say? About the place you were in? The place Myra was in. Huh? How did you describe it, specifically?

    Billy: You mean specifically?

    Hans: Yeah.

    Billy: I just kind of said it was all kind of... I just kind of said it was all kind of gray and shit.

    Hans: No.

  • Hans: My wife is sitting on a chair someplace. Some gray place. I thought she'd be in Heaven, but she's sitting on a chair with a bullet in her head. I thought they'd have cleaned that kind of stuff up.

    Marty: Maybe you've just eaten too many hallucinogenic cactuses tonight, Hans.

    Hans: Nothing to do with the hallucinogens.

    Marty: But you've just seen Myra on a chair with a bullet through her head.

    Hans: In some gray place.

    Marty: England?

    Hans: It seemed a lot worse than that.

    Marty: Wow.