American natural disaster

I feel like I want to do something weird again lately.

Maybe dying.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is that there is no joy in life.

Fifty or sixty years have passed, and I have had many girlfriends, but none of them have any offspring, so it is not the woman’s problem, but my problem. I asked my pregnant girlfriend and her family to bury themselves next to the love tree she planted when she vowed to me.

Future generations have become a luxury, and I have enjoyed everything that can be enjoyed in the world. What is the meaning or interest of life?

Have I written to you before that I’m going to run there?

In fact, I still retain a basic sense of shame. I traced the origin of this thing and found that it was tied to cultural classes. In other words, after going to school, I had this psychological reaction.

The troubles in life begin with literacy, maybe it’s not a joke.

Try blocking out all common sense, and then think about Guo Ben. Sure enough, you have no sense of shame, and you even have the joy of life.

I decided to fulfill my promise to you. Speaking of which, I really have a promise. I don’t remember it very well, so have I ever made this promise?

Attached below are pictures of me running wildly at the World Football Championship:

I am free from worries, free and unrestrained in the gathering gaze of civilization.jpg

No one is allowed to mosaic me so that the folks on earth can appreciate my boundless confidence and enthusiasm.

Below is the md5 code and crc code of this letter to prevent image theft and modification to ensure no code

md5:xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

crc:xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Well, it seems that these two codes are not used in this way. I will ignore it for now and wait until I think about it.