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“The Magnificent Scoundrels”

“Shaolin Popey 2 - Messy Temple”

'Future Cops'

Today, one of my friend asked me why I chose film as my main idea, 
"Because thats funny!" 
"But it must have something beyond funny!"

 
My parents used to work late, so my brother and I were often left at home watching TV. Although the TV shows were sometimes inappropriate for children, but we did feel excited about the violence and obscene scenes and forget all the unhappiness. We always have to seek inner peace in such childhood which is often without parents accompany. In some way, we gain some positive strength and influence from the seemingly negative images.

Arrrrrgh, I love this film too much.
that’s why I could’t finish it in a week.

I finally got the courage to draw what I really like.

Experimental book
Print it out recently, I’m quite like it as a book. 

Experimental book

Print it out recently, I’m quite like it as a book. 

The Smell of Meat All over Me
I regained fresh by attaching the dead. I wanted the process to be something big and something remained, so I let my eccentricity run free and used my last strength to laugh. At last, I became so small that you could swallow me down.
In your stomach, unquenchable regret made me a frog, and I took the golden ball in the pond back to the hands of the princess. But she slammed me to the ground, turning me into a tadpole with arms and legs. I don’t know whether I should swim or crawl. But I’m happy with who I was. 

The Smell of Meat All over Me

I regained fresh by attaching the dead. I wanted the process to be something big and something remained, so I let my eccentricity run free and used my last strength to laugh. At last, I became so small that you could swallow me down.

In your stomach, unquenchable regret made me a frog, and I took the golden ball in the pond back to the hands of the princess. But she slammed me to the ground, turning me into a tadpole with arms and legs. I don’t know whether I should swim or crawl. But I’m happy with who I was. 

When Harry met Sally

nothing happens accidentally.

Window was made of paper, messages meat, and me plastic. The window was tore down and folded into a tiger, who easily jumping around and was constantly in fear. I was so happy to be so self-restraint, remaining who I was. In the end of the world, every substance will be decomposed, but I will still be there. And a part of me will laugh at the paper tiger, whose beauty was practically for nothing.