single-parent family, growing up under the protection of your mother, you are both afraid and eager to pursue that independent world, you I want to be a man. Maybe you can grow the beard you don't have much, maybe you can get a girlfriend and try to be a husband, or maybe you can raise a child and try to be a father. But you still you can not change is a need to rely on others not confident wretch, you do not want to fundamentally change, you do not only against compromise, a compromise has been compromise, a compromise has been to not compromise can only spread out his hands to give up everything.
when you have Despair, when you feel that you will never be able to get out of this invisible cage. When you are about to give up again, and it is the only life left, suddenly from the screams, you find the feeling that you have never had before, that is someone else your dependent, you realize you're giving up not only their own lives, as well as share the love, share your attachment to others, when you understand yourself to be a very rely on when he becomes too powerful.
the zombies When the vegetables are cut, it is not your lawnmower that has been featured, but your incomparably firm self-confidence that can destroy the dead, and the courage that is not human. You are no longer a little girl B, even if the boss wields a sickle in the end Devil's claws, with two big breasts that symbolize power hanging on his chest, and still chanting in his mouth "dust returns to dust, the son of the old woman enters the womb", but how can you be captured by demons and monsters at this time? The Tang monk who eats is a great sage who can support the sky, and can fit into the belly. What can you do with a womb? This is just a ceremony. You break out of the palace and let that imprison you. The cage turns into a rain of ketchup, and you have completed a reborn rebirth. This is a
coming-of-age ceremony announcing that you have grown up. When you are mature, you don’t pursue romantic pretense childishly, and don’t care about the cheap ketchup on your face. , and finally completed the kiss to the lover in the sunset.
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PS. Well, I admit that interpreting a B-movie is an insult to it...
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