Depp's neat profile rippling gently with the waves. His brows were furrowed, and his face was as cold as the moon, but he still had that kind of gloomy temperament that turned all living beings upside down. I'm back, my homeland, I'm back, the ghosts have gathered in the evil city of London.
The beautiful smile of my lover is a pain that I can't bear to look back. It is the only color of this city. If it is lost, even if he destroys the whole city with the razor in his hand, it cannot be replaced. Many times the power of hatred is too strong, it always covers our eyes so easily and blocks our reason and dominates our soul.
As a result, the humiliation and hatred accumulated for fifteen years broke out quickly, and the hapless Mr. Pirelli just wanted to get a piece of the pie, but he became the first delicious food in people's dishes. With the first madness, the next one is logical. Looking around outside the pie shop, the crowds ushered in and delivered are just fillings with different tastes. The priest standing on the opposite side is innocent but too fat. The problem with the poet is that it is impossible to determine whether he is dead. He is so handsome and thin as that royal navy grocery seller. In the tomb, those who go up to the attic can make offerings to the living beings below. Not wasted at all.
The light of the knife falling, the sharp razor cutting the throats of countless innocents, the bloodthirsty pleasure makes people sing loudly, and the enemy has finally become a ghost under the knife. There's no need to lift it, but, but the fallen mad woman, her outline is so familiar, she pushed back her tousled hair, - dear god, my Lucy wasn't dead. Lord of evil, my Lucy, she just died... oh, oh, by the blade of her dearest husband...
sinking to the bottom of the dark, greed is unforgivable, but hatred is also Our doom.
In fact, it's just a black fairy tale from Tim.
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