I couldn't say incredible. I like his tone.
I would be jealous if I knew that someone here was impotent.
It's a...
I never heard about it.
He was a sondomate. He was fucking his servant.
What does it mean?
Sondomates are sondomates.
It's a different kind of love.
Different kind of sex.
Anyway, body.
You are ancient heritage.
They take control over your sexuality.
Why should you ever talk about love or soul?
Just shit, you know.
The size of your lover power is how much he or she is able to hurt you.
I am tempted not by those inside as butter knife.
Fountain of blood.
I couldn't say incredible. I like his tone.
Cooker.
I haven't ever heard about this.
Cooker.
It's a...
I never heard about it.
I would be jealous if I knew that someone here was impotent.
I can't stand my endless chain of burning me desire.
Proust. It was a sondomate.
I read about Proust.
He was a sondomate.
He was fucking his servant.
I read about me.
Sondomates are sondomates, you know.
It's a different kind of sex.
This is the new hip-hop and there we go.
In the Barbie world.
My fantastic,
It's fantastic.
You can have...
It's like...
Like that.
You like that, don't you?
Then you go up like that.
Up like this.
Out.
Down.
Down.
Down.
That.
That.
Take it in yourself.
Why do you say this?
Because you guessed it before.
Maybe I should.
I did this with you instead.
Why did you do it with him?
It doesn't matter. What are you talking about?
I'm bored.
It's your work.
I'm bored with all your words.
Unnecessary words.
Why can't you imagine a flower in a spring?
A flower in a spring. I am a flower in a spring.
To see your blood flow down to...
The blood sponge.
It's still.
It's still.
Yes.
I see my blood.
Yes.
Because you did that to him.
Who told you this?
You hated me, Sima. Why would you care?
No, you're wrong. I loved him.
What's your real name?
Yukio.
I'm a ghost.
Is it you?
I told you my name is Yukio.
It's obvious that I'm not a woman.
I don't have to take off my clothes to prove this to you.
I shouldn't have brought you to this place.
Such a place.
Have you done that yet?
I can tell you.
Don't be silly, tell me.
When?
The previous spring?
Wait, who?
You cannot ask me this, I can tell you.
Don't be silly, tell me.
No.
Japanese?
I can't, I can't, not today.
Cut!
Beauty is horrifying.
God is merciless, though he is merciful.
We try to win to overcome.
Lighting begins with Madonna.
But it's great, it's great.
Do you like him?
I like him.
Why did you do that with him?
It wasn't me.
But have you done it yet?
You must have done it.
Sure I did.
With whom?
I can't tell you.
Don't be silly, you can tell me.
Please don't boss me this.
The beauty is in happiness.
The gold in bed.
Beauty is scary.
Secret and sacrum.
God fights devil.
And devil fights God.
In my human heart.
True back and feel.
Each heart.
And trash is the effect.
It was.
Tell me.
I despise happiness.
Family happiness.
Correct.
I'm a man.
I'm a woman.
I'm a woman.
I'm a woman.
I'm a woman.
I'm a woman.
I'm a woman.
I'm a woman.
I'm a woman.
Right.
I'm a man.
I'm a woman.
I'm a woman.
I'm a woman.
What do I do?
I'm a woman.
I'm a woman.
I'm a woman.
I'm a woman.
I've been a woman.
Yeah, I decided. People are willing to take risks because they are vain. And I am vain.
I simply didn't want to be recognised as a virgin at 22.
Okay, let's drink some alcohol.
No, I don't want. I can fix this without being drunk.
No, no, no, no. I can be disturbed by men.
I don't like that.
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no.
No, no, no.
That's enough. Come.
My whole body is shaking. I can't do this.
No, I can't do this. My body is paralysed.
My knees are shaking. I can't do this.
No, no, no, no.
We are going to fight our enemies and we are going to destroy our enemies.
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
It's very good when I eat you.
It's very good when I eat you.
It's very good when I eat you.
It's very good when I eat you.
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
What are you, Mom?
I hate when you call me Mom.
Well, we are shooting 30 scenes today in such a heat.
And shall it be as it says?
Well, absolutely not.
It's not a film program, actually.
I would half offer myself if it would.
I support entire family, 10 members, and I'm on it alone.
It's a bit summer clothes, you know.
It should make visible that you bought them then.
So I have chosen some kind of ties and a few borrow shirts.
And a few zip pens.
And I think for the wives, I think a few will do.
Well, I don't get any time, you know.
Just wrap it fine.
Heck, you're told the most important, you know.
And without it, there's no gifts.
It shall be done perfectly, don't worry.
All right, all right.
Thank you, Mariel.
Yes!
We put the issue over a diner's age over.
It has over.
It's written in English.
It really is OK.
Yes, yes, yes, yes.
It's absurd.
We have destroyed it.
There is no cure for the little earth,
but it might no matter to the ideation
how we can be so fetish to live the world.
All is a reduction of ideation, flow of self-evidentness.
But us, we rise on the high level of egoism.
Yes!
Yes, Mariel.
And here, the work of the illusion of the real.
It's a form of spirit and differing of the illusion.
It's a style of karma.
OK.
I'll give it to you in my last section.
Cause effect of phenomena is exceptional.
Difficult to grasp.
Yes, sir!
World life only at every moment
is born on the unspoken moment
of the creation of the destruction.
You will end on content.
Yes, sir!
Oh, my God!
Oh, my God!
The world questions.
The world stages.
Give me plenty of it.
Do love or destroy.
Do it again and again.
Cause after love,
we can call it a kind of life.
Time after time the same.
It's a form of decay and decline.
More devilish than anything else.
The most devastating is decadent, clean,
raw extract truth.
You love or destroy still.
You gain and gain.
Alone is spiritual, rich.
You take your victim to the free.
Tie him or her up.
Nude buddy against the star.
He cries.
You don't care.
You take shot nine.
Shot nine.
He tries to turn.
He feels fear.
His legs are shaped.
Knees, they shape.
You press the knife slowly against his chest.
His eviction screams.
The knife goes inside of him.
Fountain of blood.
Runs down his thighs.
Nobody would fight this for a long time.
Life career life from doom to loneliness.
Your ancient heritage take control over you.
Your sexuality.
Why should we ever talk about love?
Time after time the same.
More devilish than anything else.
Your ancient heritage take control over you.
And over your sexuality.
Your ancient heritage take control over you.
And over your sexuality.
Your ancient heritage take control over you.
And over your sexuality.
She is able to hurt you.
Unchanted not very wish to have.
Exclusively by temptation.
I don't know what love is to give and to take.
In love I don't search.
In love I don't search.
In answer all is done.
You learn something.
There is no quest.
There is only love.
You have a lack of love.
And you've been lost seriously.
Give a chance young man.
Your ancient heritage take control over you.
And over your sexuality.
Give a chance young man.
My fetishism for reality.
My fetishism for words.
In the same place the beauty of the body.
The beauty of the world.
A platonic idea to place the word in the body.
Such a triumph the total non-platonic act.
Who knows how long we should live.
Possibly a writer's calling it.
It's your fault all of us.
That's just great.
We just sit here and babble and raise us.
No more everything no more.
Why is everything wrong?
Why do we destroy them?
Change them.
I'm no longer forced to love to live.
I'm finally free.
Winter 1945 is long.
Spring is already here.
The winter.
Spring already came.
The winter is still here.
There is still the ice.
In a permanent identity crisis.
Rehearsing my own death.
All I understand is beauty.
It was showing me the sky over Tokyo.
There I saw an opening between two large mountain channels.
Sky over Tokyo, early spring clouds.
Yesterday the sky there was pure red.
You can't say if there is left even a single house.
For the first time the bombships' rides made sky to red.
Beautiful is night slaughtered in a battle's hit and rush.
War.
Falling in love.
Sure of owning.
Meat and blood.
Fresh wounds.
The meat that normally don't hurt.
The body that normally is in one piece.
These people, they don't see us.
Our existence is not known.
As we did not share the attack riots with them.
They are the victims.
We aren't.
We are the soldiers.
Okay, listen to me.
Love is created in time.
Human spirit is good reflection.
And it's able to grasp infinity and eternity.
And it's immortal.
So, of course.
You all do sense the western pose.
I have your beauty.
Love.
Hate.
Care and total waste.
Total waste of human codes, values, lives.
Still they are there.
Yet not for long.
The most elementary basic needs.
Finally, I wonder what needs to be alive.
About 90% are the bombing victims.
It smells of fire.
A seeking mob.
Who is most wounded.
A triumph of evil.
The will to revenge.
The worst solution of all in war and peace.
