Fucking Dainty.....2016
ZEMIN YANG s3513594 lvl 7
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This is a paradise on earth This is La Pe tes Maison. This is the asylum of love. It is no longer an asylum of mystery. Everyone knows who has stayed there, it is no secret who their owners are, and soon they will put their names on plaques outside. This is an a c of cli We feel the vagaries of the sky, dry wind from highland, with sun witnessing our wager, where he and I began to entangle with each other, losing the honour gradually.
Zemin Yang (b. 1993) Centre of the Distribution and Repatreation of Hornour, 2016. Fucking Dainty This is La Petites Maison. This is the asylum of love. It is no longer an asylum of mystery. Everyone knows who has stayed there, it is no secret who their owners are, and soon they will putting their names on plaques outside. It is a celebration before baptism and a mania before death penalty. Taste would give a soul to all the production of art. The little house, let’s taste it while we celebrate the loss of the last vestiges of honour. Open the skylight, screaming to the sky, That is the horn sound for the new life born, That is the declaration of holy and sin, That is the sacred light and the endless dark. That is life triumphant repatriation of our faint honour.
This is a cave gallery Ar ficial traces mo led appeared in here, I find his Phantom between light and darkness, when I walked slowly around the corner, I realized that I was dizzy by this man-made wonders, I foresaw that I was imploring and being put down alert in my mind and losing the honour in that ballroom. This is Edgar Linton ballroom I know, in the beginning, this ball would make her to be fascinated by every lavished decora on, even everything here, to seduce her into my li le house, into my heart. She was very resist, but she had no choice, because she would get the supreme happiness to enjoy supreme pain unless giving up everything. This is a ladder of redemp on Eventually, because of this fes ve scene, she lied in my arms. It is a celebra on before bap sm and a mania before death penalty. We each soul will embrace an unprecedented imprisonment and liberaon, it is not salva on, but the punishment for reborn. This is the li le house Our shadow looming in the mountains, that is what we promised in whispers on the clis. Screaming room, while we celebrate the loss of the last ves ges of honour, Opening the skylight, screaming to the sky, that is the horn sound for the new life born that is the declara on of holy and sin, that is the sacred light and the endless dark. that is life triumphant hymn for our faint honour repatria on.
The Lost Heaven
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