Chapter 34 circle

My fingers are walking on the piano, and I know how boring it all is.Some people act like they want to sing about other things, such as weekend parties, entertainment and cheap travel.Fat Hands walked on the piano, and the whole hall was filled with people pretending to be sitting and people standing. In another room, there are stones.I went to find the grapes, and in the dream I continued to do these disgusting things.On the steps between the halls, go up or down.Here you can rest for a while, sit for a while and wait for dinner.Before dinner, everyone has to talk and take a broken glass, and they are not tired.

This kind of life in my dream is coming again, what the hell. Old Du took a plate and sat down beside me, with mustard all over his beard.I suddenly remembered something.Ah, old Duzi, I entrusted you to transfer some money to Yinger, but you haven't given it to her yet, have you?I also gave him the step down: soon there will be a revolution, too.When I was talking about this, I suddenly felt sick, so I stood up, collected my poetry collection, and walked out of Weiwei.I feel like the fat is clogging up all the space in the back of my head. Someone explained in the corridor: "You can't take pictures, you can't take pictures. Whoever draws a picture has never taken pictures." He is now taking pictures, drawing a big one, and drawing a small one together, This was his idea, and the picture in the corridor was drawn by that person with an idea.I turned to the wardrobe table, and someone greeted me again.I was just as angry as I was when I was a child.Pushing the door and bumping into another person, he was inexplicably polite, but he didn't recognize him.

I went to the street alone. The whole street was foreign-style and very quiet. I walked forward in the dark for some reason, and there was a slight chill in the air.Suddenly someone came up to him, and I knew he was not a strongman when he looked fat and wearing glasses.These days, I come across a Taiwanese, wearing a thin suit, wandering around the door of a closed movie theater. He said to me: Are you Miss Mai? I said: hell. He asked: Have you met Miss Mai? He doesn't talk much at all.I said: I don't know, sorry. He said: Do you know the address of their home? I said: If you don’t know her, how do you know their home address!

He was embarrassed again and said: I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I left him and left.He suddenly caught up and said, "Then you haven't seen her come here?" I said: Hell, I don't know her. I walked for a short distance, and suddenly the movie theater behind me was brightly lit, with flames burning.When I turned around, the whole street was lit up, and that person also ran back.He said: Over there, over there. He knew it when he left me.He said: Over there, Miss Mai is gone.It's all because of you, he yelled back at me. I was also baffled in my heart, and walked back a few steps.Saw a doll with a broken head and a small arm glowing in the middle of the fire a few steps from the steps of the cinema.

There were still people in the box office, but the movie theater had already caught fire.I don't know why, but it was said to be from a movie.The fat man yelled again, timidly.He said: There is no other way, you have to throw stones, you have to throw stones.He picked up the stone from the ground and threw it.I even threw it with him asshole.Throwing two yuan, he ran away again: Oh, I can't see it, I can't see it.He saw the doll, plastic, with half its head thrown on the steps, and then he covered his glasses and ran away. This is my dream. In fact, the days I have lived are similar to this dream, although it is not so disgusting.It's also choking.

I hate to say it, really. I'm fucking sick when I'm milling around among cakes and music and people.When I came out, it was like having a sickness. My stomach was full of guns, but I lost a lot of weight.To do this, you can take checks and count money inexplicably.Playing a character, all the characters are mixed together, chaotic, no one is alone. I say to you in the car: This is nothing, in fact, it is just a little money. I forgot what I said, anyway, I messed with you, and you are upset again, as if I was complaining.In order to live, people have to bear some things, I know that.But this thing is wrong, what is right for everyone, is wrong for me.

Of course you can say: Do you want to starve to death?Or to say: You want so many things, shouldn't you do something? I could also retort: ​​Are they all starving?They refer to the people of the island.I also cited two names, which are all nonsense. Later you told me: You are right, that’s what happened. This life of oil slicks is disgusting.The bourgeois ones, they have lights, pianos, parties, a whole bunch, all groomed, nothing digested in the living room.Perfume and nail polish, that's the stuff, I've done so many things with them, and I'll keep doing them in my dreams.Because there are people I know, when I am shooting an air gun, I have to put away the cabinet and spread a towel inside, so that the bullets will fall into the white towel.I didn't want him to use my air gun, it was all my own idea.