Far Sun, Sun One, a false demonstration of self-creation, without aggregated digital geometry. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

George threw himself on the rigid deck here, looking into the distance, unearthing a faint black on its surface. He squinted, without reading glasses, and the irritable in his heart made him stumble.

The weight of this sun is the feel of lifting a bucket of water, and there is no more explanation, he said to himself.

It was late, and when the time of consciousness accelerated, the dream world was still silent, and at some point, people began to believe in the unreality of the sun, and it was clear that the concept of consciousness time had never existed, but it was so well known that it gradually formed an inherent hard discourse in their hearts.

People need sleep because dreams within dreams have an absconding structure, which is now called an academic term: nesting and subconscious.

"The dream will speed up until you can no longer feel anything, have any feelings about it. Forget Loraine, I'm not offended, it's just that the funeral hasn't taken place yet, you should forgive your emotions and stop causing trouble for yourself. ”

"You're a branch of the poetic brain?"

"Yes, the main consciousness is in the Senate, and now it is the turn of the White King to judge her. I know you'd love to check it out..."

"You know I don't want to see it either."

"That's why I have this branch to do it for you, you are also an old-timer, and we have to care about you. But according to justice, you also have the ability to create self-referential creations, don't you? ”

George slumped on the underwired deck, his eyes perpendicular to the ground.

He has falsified the history of his coming to the dream world beyond recognition. In this way, Luer will not feel guilty after leaving the dream world. You can also create what you want.

"I'm going to create Lu'er."

The blade fell in front of him, and the poet frowned, this was a foul that should not be done.

"Everything has the right to rebel, but I think that for the benefit of all the inhabitants of the Dream Realm, chaos is something that can no longer be had. What you want, you can't find in the dream world, you've long forgotten it, just like Hitomi Shaki, I suspect he created you. And..."

George cocked his thumb, the blade of his sword turned to ashes, and half of his body was mutilated, replaced by palms and wrinkles.

"Lu'er doesn't take the time."

The subconscious mind cannot be controlled.

The poet brain flicked his tail, and he looked at the faded character signal in the air, behind it was Tiannian, and the stern of the ship was towards the berth of the Extreme Abyss Pavilion, and someone nailed a lighthouse to the moon. Tiannian's engine architecture has been refined, the power has been reduced, but the ceiling has been raised, the marriage of steampunk and cyberpunk is underway, the ship has exploded with colored lights, and guys like Seaweed have long since run out of the Temple of Collapsed Time, little Poseidon? While sharing cakes with other boys, setting grapes, and if the database is on board, should enjoy a cigar in a big gulp, and his interest is to paint smoke rings on Kishili's face, accompanied by loud sighs and whistles.

The writer's dirty tongue.

He roared at the poetic brain, and in his heart, he scolded.

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"Remember the dragon?"

The woman bent over, her age heading into the distance.

"You have changed, the active agent has recreated the body, and you can't maintain the stereotype of life."

"Yes. It's too late to say thank you now. Oh yes, I'll write a book about girls growing up, and...... A collection of legends and myths before youth. Are you coming to be my editor? The seammy and the little sea god can assist me in writing it, before I grow old. In the next few decades? What if I could still have the realisation of a girl? ”

She stopped her flickering mouth, whispered, lifted up with difficulty, and laughed.

"If you don't have enough time, write a collection of poems."

The poet came together and ran away in the blink of an eye.

"That has to be written in the past few hundred years, in, to my introducer...... There. ”

Yuanyang prepared to work, Tiannian pulled out the last column, installed the active agent pacemaker, and the electronic soul retrieved the socket, Long Er gestured with his hand, recalling the kiss marks left on his inner thighs when his body was hot.

"Drill with dragon teeth, spicy, like a handsome old gun."

He poured a bottle of wine, and the dragon squinted at it.

"Ah, I remember, George, I left something in the far sun, guess what?"

The long hair is noisy, shaking his head with the wind.

Can't guess.

"Guess, guess?"

If she lived in the past, I would marry her, I would marry her, I would marry her!

Long'er is a great warrior, how could I be better than her, she is the most obedient child, the most kind mother, the student who abuses adjectives, a new pop, a neurolover of original desire synthesized in the self. I don't have much intersection with her, but the density of the juxtaposition is significant, precious, I want to use my own hands to love, after the integration of her, smell the fragrance in the bathroom, press against the wall. Animals are beautiful as males, I am a girl, she loves me like bitter coffee in the afternoon.

Suddenly, the distant sun shone brightly, rushing out of the heat, and my love was catalyzed.

I hugged the dragon, and she was visibly frightened, and the bottle twisted us with its body, turning it into a dusk negative.

She constructed me with only one arm, and the remaining eyes were bright and wonderful, like a nascent universe, and I couldn't let her enter the Big Bang phase.

The sun struck, and the sun partially melted, shaping her shadow.

She left half of her body in the light, and there was a cooled burnt smell on the bandage.

In this way, be with Loraine.