ps: During this time, ah, pay attention to this time, a lot of things have happened to me, I can't bear it, no, it's not good.......

The habit of unconscious writing is a piece of history, and you can witness that the writing I posted before was written at one time, unconscious writing without revision, and some lexical structures other than poetic language have been revisited so far, and I can't help but sigh "Is this what I wrote?" Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But! Unconscious writing destroys a lot of things, even though consciousness is only a small part of the mental model [as Freud said]. I thought that I could start practicing the complex consciousness writing, and the text would be longer, more obscure, more "comprehensible", more obscure, more dangerous and impactful.

I will be close to the event itself, reduce the description, and only explain, and the text as a whole tends to be completely experimental and transcendental.

In addition, I will increase the number of papers in theory and related fields and change the topic, and I may ruin the story for this. Ah, someone's going to scold me, yes, don't you write good stories just to please yourself?

That last time, I'm sorry, I'm so cheap.

Uh-ha~

Commit it from now on!

On the contrary, the update has been sped up a lot.

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The people followed in their own footsteps, echoing each other, comforting the White Cross and cursing the Black King, exhausting all kinds of words and all kinds of tones. As he passed through the gate, the Black Cross was pushed aside by the crowd, his waist ached, but he finally had the opportunity to lower his eyes, and lower them, and lower them again. She finally had a chance to lower her head and stroke her ankles.

Today, in order to attend the meeting, she wore high heels and covered the corners of her skirt so that her navel was more exposed. Now, she clearly felt the moment the wind passed on her belly, like a linen cloth, light yarn, an unpredictable sponge caressing, caressing. The White Cross's floor-length dress faded from view, the sunlight shrunk enough to reach the energy threshold required for creation, so the White Cross had no chance to vent his anger. She thought that this was an excellent situation, the White Cross could surpass the Black King, and with the act of nibbling on the little teddy bear just now, the so-called "remorse love" would be easily surpassed.

She was not secure at all and lacked discipline.

This is the reason why the writer took action against her, it is easy for a child to pay for his life, and it is not easy to be a mother. But no one can understand it, and they don't want to understand my pain. My pain made them happy, but it was not long, it was fragile, it was stolen.

Black Cross thought as he simply sat down in the hall, climbed onto the long table, poured himself a glass of wine, wet his corset, and sneezed. The long table swayed under the chandelier, the corners of the table were blurry and clear, coming and going, "Fuck you!" You have to go yourself, and the next time the violent father comes......." She poured another glass, and the wine rolled off the table and smashed on the floor. After a while, the glass was also slag, and the guard had just run back from the crowd when he happened to see Black Cross ripping off his clothes, and hurriedly turned his back and walked away.

"Mother! Leave it to you! ”

Recently, it has entered the cold season.

Warm fire.......

Black Cross was silent for a long time, and when he saw the figure of the guard outside the door elongated, he shouted, drunkenly: "Someone... Can you get me some firewood? Not yet... Creation, but I... It's cold. ”

When the man came, he turned on the light, and he was timid. The black cross bent over to look at him, squinting, his head still bowed.

"Not in production, sorry, King. I can also... I'm going to ask the neighboring residents if they have any reserves..."

Oh?

The black cross carried the wine bottle, burst his hands, folded the man's neck, and pulled him to play. "It's cold... Do what you can, right? I want it now," he took in his arms roughly, pausing to bury his head in the gap in his armor. "Hey, get those damn hard shells off, I know what I want." The man obeyed, took off his armor, and left behind the cloth coat and the sword at his waist. "Stripped naked. That's an order. "The man had to turn back." You know what! Turn it around! "Men and embarrassment." I didn't tell you to turn back, why did you turn back, turn around without permission, what body to avoid, ah? There was silence between the two.

Desktop textures meet clarity.

"In the dream world, drinking doesn't warm you up, you know. You don't know what you're doing until this..."Along the path of light, the man nodded silently, his chest sparkling with the Great Seal of Creation. "Creation, created, but deprived of free will," snatched the last sip of wine. "You can't even understand this sentence now, I'm so stupid, haha, come, say, you're stupid."

"You're stupid."

Black Cross sensed the arrival of these words mixed with a little hesitation, got angry, and pushed her away. She spread her legs and looked at the healed body, and the other side flowers disappeared in the bandages, but instead opened to her own *********** crazy, Mom....... Target. ”

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The man embraced the Black King.

The sky is getting brighter, the shackles are snow-white, and the will is weak, and Hitomi is trying to solve the puzzles one after another, reading the shackles on the surface of the will chant - the tone - the rhythm - the direction of rhythm - the sound - squeezing good?

Sealing - Temperance - Comparison - Tao Drowning Law.

The Black King shed tears and shouted with his mouth open as the air clumps flowed out one by one, from the inside and out of his nose, oh, I can't pause, I can't figure out what I'm jealous of White Cross who wants to see my cold appearance, I can only do this, I can't do this, but if I don't do this, I can't do anything, I don't even have me left here, the kind of believers in the Black Tower are really terrifying.

The words were just boos, and Lu'er stood aside, and there were only them in the silent venue, a black king, and the discarded propaganda looked even more haggard than the last time, and Lu'er was fascinated by this decadence, and suddenly couldn't find any details about her own wishes.

"Girl, you're starting too... Lost? ”

Lu'er didn't pay attention, and the Black King raised his voice. The jaw is twitching, and the bones are running inside the fox's mouth.

"You're... Luer? ”

Hitomi answered for her, and in her eyes, there was a flash of the wide grassland, sailboats, green straw hats, and lighthouse calendering, flashing and flashing, and the black king cried and came out.

"You're... High purity.... Believers. ”

Lu'er finally heard it, and she tried to distinguish the intriguing ones in the Black King's voice, and the smell dragged people and smashed their heads. I've heard about those things, I've read the records, it's better to try it with my own eyes, and sure enough, the white king fell in love with something that shouldn't be, and the black king should be judged by us.

Stop it.

Hitomi hugged her.

Lolita was looking around, the table was empty, empty, these, those, useless at this time. Sunlight is stronger, objects have shadows, and there is depth, and "The Theory of Nature" says that sunlight also has speed, not molecules, but the scientific narration of romanticism. Why do we need arguments to get results, and what is the use of deliberations?

[Kill her!] Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch! 】

【Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch! Witch! 】

Witches - witches! Witch! Witch! Witches - witches! Witch! Witch! Witches - witches! Witch! Witch!

Black flags, war drums, shaved eyebrows, eyelids pierced, a chaotic struggle, a **** robe man grabbed her tiny ankle and recorded her crying, and her respiratory tract became bigger and bigger...

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The usher saw people hanging her, and Lolita stood under the gallows, stupid.

It's an illusion.

When she opened her eyes, the Black King had been dragged on her back by the shrinking eyes, her limbs were dry, and her hair was digging into her clothes, she was actually a beautiful child, but practicing witchcraft, even if she was a virgin, she would suffer nightmares and walk all over her body that could not be concealed.

Where to.

Black Cross saw the Black King on the back of the Shrinking Eyes, clasped his arms around his chest, and ignored him.

You can go wherever you can.

The black cross shouted the word "goodbye", walked into the council, and chose a bright chair, which happened to be the one where the white cross had sit. She leaned close to the surface of the chair, kissed the smell fiercely, and suddenly stood up, slammed her ass on it, quietly dignified, the carp drilled an hourglass, and the sun was normal.

Where to?

She asked the carp for a long time, laboriously making a cigar and pressing it under the tongue in her mouth. The carp curled up to form a wall of tall scales, and the concave lens focused the light, and she enjoyed it.

Breathing, the Black King undulated.

The writer is there, it should be good.

Fish thinks.