comedy
Comedy and humor in the sexuality space.
The "Imperfection" of Milk Tea
Always like milk tea, like her songs, like her words. I heard about the release of her new book, My Imperfection, and I got a sneak peek. Love her cover, use her own picture, still that sad eyes. Recently, to hear the news of Liu Ruoying's marriage, the heart is very happy for her, after all, their idol has a good home, or blessing first.
Frances AlvaradoPublished 11 months ago in FilthyIf 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.
Jack SheltonPublished 11 months ago in FilthyBirth 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.
trevor curtisPublished 11 months ago in FilthySouth 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.
demetrius lovettPublished 11 months ago in FilthyLong time no see
Call a friend, Friends said, just want to contact you recently; I want to call my parents, My parents said they were just about to call you
david sisnerosPublished 11 months ago in FilthyOld boy
I used to be angry I am from Chengde. At the age of 16, I was admitted to the High School attached to the Central Academy of Fine Arts. At that time, it was a big deal.
Dachia TrotterPublished 11 months ago in FilthyThe 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.
CARYN MYERSPublished 11 months ago in Filthyfeeling
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?
SHARISE BOWERSPublished 11 months ago in FilthyLove 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.
Dorcas AdubofourPublished 11 months ago in FilthyYoung 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.
Lachelle SullivanPublished 11 months ago in FilthyA 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.
Darrell JewellPublished 11 months ago in FilthyI and the altar of Earth
In several of my stories, I have mentioned an abandoned ancient garden, which is actually the Temple of Earth. Many years ago, before tourism began, the garden was deserted and neglected like a field, rarely remembered.
Ashley JusticePublished 11 months ago in Filthy