comedy
Comedy and humor in the sexuality space.
If you love, love with all your might
In the middle of the night like a cup of coffee like reading "Liangyan Xunyi" such a story, what is love, is in that year I met you, you see my moment, the fate of each other entangled, pain or hate, finally arrived but ten years like a day of love, because of the deep love, so deep hatred. If you meet at the beginning of life, if you can choose again, I will still be stubborn to stay in your side, because you said, no matter what I do wrong, you will always only a spoiled "I forgive you". Love is a poison, I give you is a carefully designed trap, and you are in the case of deep step by step, scarred I see is not your tears of despair, but you are happy to indulge.
By Jack Shelton3 years ago in Filthy
Birth of tragedy
Ni uses the god of the sun and the god of wine to compare the two ways of human art activities, the god of the sun represents all the illusion of art activities, all the beauty of the surface. It can be used as a contrast between those dark or light, gorgeous or plain images on film, are those moments that remind us of countless times. And the Dionysian represents a state of ecstasy, a reproduction of the most primitive impulse, which is perhaps the ultimate form of art. The film, as a kind of art, is naturally the product of this so-called madness, and naturally possesses all the characteristics of the Dionysian.
By trevor curtis3 years ago in Filthy
South of the border west of the sun
This book has a beautiful title. Just reading the title reminded me of the song "South of the Border" from Cape No. 7. "If the sea can talk, if the wind falls in love with sand, if some miss, forget in a long vacation. I will listen to the waves, let the wind blow through the hair, any memory of love, in the time of the tide noise. Summer is not near until spring is far away, I finally realize in retrospect. When the sun returns south of the rainy border, I will try to finish the story of that year. When the sun again leaves the too sunny south of the border, will you return all the love you have taken with a smile before you say goodbye?" Of course, the two have nothing to do with each other, because such warm and sentimental sentiment seems to me completely inappropriate for Murakami's books. The book's title comes from a song by NAT Kincole, the jazz singer with the distinctive voice who created a musical world that captivated the world and also appears in Murakami's novels many times.
By demetrius lovett3 years ago in Filthy
The father picking up steamed bread
At the age of 16, I was admitted to the best high school in the county. Heard people say, the entrance to this school is equal to one foot into the university. My father was delighted and told me that he hoped I could be admitted to university in the future, so that I would not have to work in the office in the future.
By CARYN MYERS3 years ago in Filthy
feeling
Listening to music at dusk is a special treat. At that moment, in the deep twilight, everything in the room was dim, and no concrete and clear figure came into view to disturb the mind; The mind can let the hearing lead, sleepwalking into the realm of music to go. Oh, do you feel the same way?
By SHARISE BOWERS3 years ago in Filthy
Love you as you love life
I have now developed a habit, is every three or two days to come to you to say a few words do not want to say to others. There is more to be said, of course, but as long as I bring it to you, and go away satisfied with myself, these thoughts will no longer afflict me.
By Dorcas Adubofour3 years ago in Filthy
Young should go far away
During the winter vacation, my son sent me an E-mail from the United States. He told me that he was going to drive from his north to the south during the vacation and drew a road map through 11 states. On the third day of his trip, he called from Austin, Texas, and excitedly told me that O.?, author of The Last Leaf, was here. Henry Museum, while passing through Memphis yesterday, he visited the former home of rock star Elvis Presley.
By Lachelle Sullivan3 years ago in Filthy
A maverick pig
I fed pigs and cows when I cut in line. These two animals would know perfectly well how to live if no one were in charge of them. They will roam freely, eat when they are hungry, drink when they are thirsty, talk about love when spring comes; As a result, they have a very low level of life, which is completely uninteresting. When they arrived, they arranged their lives: every cow and every pig had a theme. In the case of most of them, the theme of their lives is miserable: work is the theme of the former, flesh is the theme of the latter. I don't think I can complain about it, for my life was not much richer then, and I had nothing to amuse myself with except eight model operas. A few pigs and cows have other plans. In the case of pigs, breeding pigs and sows have other things to do besides eat. From what I've seen, they don't like these arrangements very much either. The job of the breeding pig is to mate, in other words, our policy allows him to be a playboy. But tired breeding pigs often assume the kind of gentlemanlike attitude that comes with being castrated and refuse to jump on the sow's back. The job of sows is to give birth to their piglets, but some of them eat them. On the whole, the human arrangement made the pigs miserable. But they accept it: Pigs are always pigs.
By Darrell Jewell3 years ago in Filthy
graduate
Peking University summer, only memory is wet. We are not plants, can not live on this land. Youth is drifting away in the wind near the window. The wind chimes of glass came crashing down with a last, short cry for help. Who's going to save us? The water bottle lay at the foot of the bed, covered with dust. Senior, no one as industrious as before, ran to the water room to fetch water. It is better to be thirsty than to drink cold water. The star girl's smile has been pale, like a withered nepenthes. The tape recorder was still full of the same annoying old song, the bad tape, almost dead.
By Chris Munoz3 years ago in Filthy
