Alan Mae's strange fantasy w

Alan Mae's strange fantasy world (original work)

Did not make my fate a little strange color. Failed to make my humble soul noble, failed to save me from the valley of death. I wonder if my romantic (to put it elegantly) should wake up from self-satisfaction and intoxication and wake up like a sleeping lion, with a huge debt on my head, making it hard for me to breathe. My sorrow is that I am not a lion, and I do not know what shines on me that can illuminate my eyes. It was these things that later allowed me to live with dignity. All tragedies begin when no one lacks a noble job.

Alan Mae's strange fantasy world (original work)

Israelites  are smart, are witnesses to God's miracles, get God's help, although many times we use the crying wall as evidence of our whitewashing peace and memory. But I have learned wisdom from this wise people, which indicates both the way in front of me and whether the trajectory of this life is smooth or rough. Reading less and thinking less are the commonalities of ignorant people. Close the window, do not let a trace of wind in, do not let the slightest sunlight in. In order to be the king of darkness, I rejected all greetings from light and heat.

Alan Mae's strange fantasy world (original work)

All day I cried, tears in my heart, tears in my eyes full of remorse. During the day I will dry my tears and pretend to be happy to talk to people. I, a person who longs to be detached, is strangled by the ruthless eyes of the world in the cradle of the evolution of life. I couldn't communicate smoothly with others. I just smiled and stood quietly, silently doing the work of making a loud noise in my hands.

Alan Mae's strange fantasy world (original work)

A terrible desire for control echoes in space, and he wants to tear my soul and squeeze my body to the ground. And throw my dead body to the dog. I was a slave without freedom before my life, and after death, my soul will be beaten into chaos, and it will be difficult to preserve it completely. The poor man was poor at last, and his fate did not seem to have been made clear by any bloodshed or tears. And those who are born proud, the soul of the dead will become purer, and countless people will worship. Hey! Where does my humble soul have a home!?

Alan Mae's strange fantasy world (original work)

Flowing blood is still singing the loud march of life in Pentium, still playing the gripping Beethoven's "Destiny". Somehow, the darkness in front of my eyes was even greater and thicker. The Dark Lord is my next of kin, mercilessly collect my usury interest, but also want me to open my mouth to praise her great body, praise her great achievements. No, never look back, never turn back to lick my broken heart, all I have to do is analyze my ignorance, and thank the infinite dark kingdom for my loneliness, and with this loneliness, I see the messenger of God in beautiful clothes.

Alan Mae's strange fantasy world (original work)

They were standing in front of me, burning red carbon on my mouth. Let me not speak injustice, falsehood, and judgment in this dark age. I run forward with the pain, after running I have no mind to think about the pain. I want to live gracefully, nobly, with dignity. Live like a man, with the fragrance and blessing of God, and the image of God. Every bit of my life has something to do with that prophet, with the word and miracles of my respected God.

Alan Mae's strange fantasy world (original work)

If my death will make the devil more happy, let the devil make happy roar. Then I'm definitely not leaving. I will live in the Sahara with my heart, with the Bible, and I will sail in the Pacific Ocean. If I am lucky enough, I may encounter a siren with full breasts, that is, the last woman. This woman is the one who lived with me later. I would jump into the sea, open my arms, with all my strength, looking forward to hugging my lover, the siren, in some black or colorful room on the blue sea floor.

Alan Mae's strange fantasy world (original work)

There should be elves in there to serve me and my lover. We live happily, we live with dignity, and we can hug each other all day. There is no sorrow, no conquest, no worry, no lack, no deceit. Every morning, the first thing I do is ride on the siren to see the people I used to live on the island, quietly give them the treasures of the sea-countless pearls for those who used to love me. Countless diamonds for honest people who have had mercy on me.

Alan Mae's strange fantasy world (original work)

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