Life, Once Again!

The floor grabs the back neck of the dog and drags it sideways. There was a bowl of my own, but I always wanted a bowl of blood fire. Even so, I didn't eat a lot. While I was eating in a bowl of blood, I started to turn around. He doesn't even look at the food in his bowl. The Bloody Fire slowly slipped toward the bowl of bread and continued eating until the dog turned its attention elsewhere. The funny thing was that the dog that woke up jumped out of his seat like it didn't work when he saw the blood fire eat. It was the same now.Who are they so useless to eat like?

Letting him go, he carried the dog with his nostrils in his arms and went to the couch. When I was alone, it was not a joke to detail the garden, because there was blood on my bowl or the guy who didn't eat. The first time we saw each other, we licked each other's wounds and made a touching appearance, and now we know that the blood is not too bright. It wasn't until I saw that Bloody Fire had finished eating that food that I let her go. You move your limp leg sharply and snap it next to the fire. I didn't even know him.

The floors put away the dog bowls and put out the fire in the house. I hit the curtain halfway. At 10: 00 p.m., I sat on the couch and closed my eyes. I remember the day I went to the arena, taking my breath slowly. The scattered mountain air that day, the lamppost that was guiding the way, the sooty sauce that was selling rice paddles, the two dogs that were walking into the cage, the cheerfulness of people, the flesh and blood that fell, the gravel on the slopes, the vinylhouse, the noodles that poked their noses, the fishhooks, the boiling water, the cry for life.

What Director Jungjin wanted was a bold madness. In addition to the computational smoke, it would also be necessary to assimilate with a person and produce emotions that are unexpected. Basically, his performance was based on thorough research and concepts. Being obsessed with details was also for more precise acting. Once I had satisfactory data, I implemented people in my head set and made them move according to the pattern. If there is a script, it is based on the script, and if there is no script, it is based on the performance that has been done.

There is a man standing inside the Vinylhouse. Dogs are in the cage. I carried a boiling kettle around and sprinkled it on the dogs little by little. What do you think we should be feeling watching the dogs run wild? The position of one floor, the position of a person, and the position of an audience who sees the act. Even if it wasn't a perfect typewriter, I was able to comment reasonably well. Learning in this life and many previous lives is thanks to the know-how you have gained. A know-how that doesn't remain memorable, but will be imprinted somewhere in the soul. Every time a person moves and acts, the floor continues to ask questions. The answers from the questions were refined to reflect the next act.

The man in his head was watering dozens of dogs. The floor continued to observe and analyze him. so that it can respond directly to sudden demands.

He took a step back and became an observer and kept a record. It was a brain that provided extraordinary memory when it came to acting, so there was no need to take notes immediately. Later, I just had to put a few key words in the script or notes. Dozens of opinions were made about people. The floor stopped there. If I took the time, I could extract more stories, but it was not efficient. In a single incident, it is difficult to objectiveize the depths of a person.

It was 10: 37. The floor played a portrait of the person in his head. I brought an empty bucket of water from the kitchen to replace the kettle. In my right hand, I circled the living room. Thinking about how to sprinkle water, where to sprinkle it. I knew the brutality would be dull after a long time, but there would be a difference. The hesitation of the fingertips would arise from such differences.

The floor mechanically repeated the same situation and behavior. I melted the portrait from the list, acting a little different. I continued practicing with the bold insanity keyword because there was no dialogue. He walks tall. He moves quietly. The answer was only repeated countless times until there was no convincing smoke.

When I put the bucket on the ground, it was an hour later. Two dogs were staring at the couch with their seats turned. Master, are you sick? It was that look.

The floor swirled around the living room again, gently stroking its hands. The image of the man was captured. It was a result of only one character biting while resting. Even if I went into the smoke right now, I was confident I could create a sensible feeling. However, Director Park was not a satisfied person in reasonable matters. I peeked at it in the Kalguksu Marathon. I was the one who smiled and wanted to get away with it.

The computational character configuration alone will make it difficult to get a 'OK’ from the director. There would have been a time when emotions would come out of a person, leaving only minimal rationality. Method acting. It was part of the masked man's job. He still shares this body and often talks, but is not as active as he used to be. After remembering that the Masked Man is another horse and has watched over 20 resurrections, his mouth became heavy. Maybe it's because of him and the god he cursed. You can focus on what you want to talk about. I took my hand off the aggressive act that I used to enjoy.

- Mr. Floor will do just fine without me.

“It's more practical than encouragement. ”

I shouted at the masked man's words that popped out suddenly. You hear the laughter of the Masked Man.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself these days. ”

- I'm talking to Autumn all I want. Of course, I'm not the autumn man next to Mr. Maru.

“How's the bunny doing? ”

- Yeah, I'm fine. He's in agony and he's happy to have you by his side. But, you know, it's kind of weird. It's called a rabbit because fall is confusing. The rabbit's favorite is Mr. Floor. Mr. Maru is me, too. So it's natural to worry about the floor where the rabbit is breathing, sometimes with gratitude, sometimes with unchanged future. But why am I so jealous to see that? I'm Mr. Floor, and Mr. Floor is me.

“Me and you are someone else, to be honest. ”

- I'm more of an original, if you ask me. Just the amount of memories.

“The idea of having an original is childish logic. ”

- I thought you might say that.

“Because I'm you, and you're me. Different technically, but we share a lot. Do you think I'm getting closer to dying? ”

- If he knew that, he would have told me. To change destiny once.

“I wish I had died less painfully when I was dizzy. No more traffic accidents.”

- Traffic accidents are terrible.

The mask's voice fades. The floor sees the dogs sitting on the couch. He looked at me more worried than before. Talking to myself in the air seemed odd to the dogs.

“Can't you see your ghosts or something? ”

You ask a question, and the answer returns, howling. The floor grabs a bucket of water that was on the floor. It was your turn to cast yourself into a shaped character. I couldn't do it as fast as the calculated smoke. The task of removing self awareness and assimilating with the character did not proceed smoothly. It was an area I was not confident in. I've always pushed the reason behind the scenes into the character. The observer's vision, the third eye, that did not stop the analysis at any moment was also unconscious.

I keep digging down the character's insides. There was a stutter due to lack of features, but I could show you what I saw in the house.

I walked around with a bucket of water. Where are the mutts? I had to remind the bastards of their reality. When the hot water is poured out, the dogs whimper as they scratch the ground with their feet, screaming for help against evil. I was relieved that moment had come. It's annoying when things get noisy. When are we gonna get out of this opening? A day or two with a skewer. The dog that didn't taste the water fucked up again. If you threatened to show me a miso, I'd understand. Should I have studied like the best students when I was a kid? I don't have a vision for work, so I can't do it. Then why are these bastards so glowing today? I'll stab you in the belly. Or should I pour water on the crown? Why do they keep making me so mean to each other? You have to be right to wake up.

It was time to start chattering and walking. You hear a wakening sound. The floor looks back. Blood fires came down from the couch. With your feet flat on the ground, you don't move like a wax doll. The floor blinks and takes a step towards Bloody Fire.

Blood fire falls on your face underneath the couch. I started barking, trembling like crazy. It was not a cool roar that burst out, but a cry that suppressed my instinct to bark with all my eyepower. The dog following you crawls under the couch. The floor sighed and went to the bathroom. I would have made all the sounds of stars out of my mouth while acting. Among them were words that would provoke the fear of blood fire. I filled it with emotion. Exposed to unrestrained violent expression, it was not hard to recall the memories that were at the opening. The floor looked in the mirror. I see a stiff face. I washed with cold water and laughed forcefully. The sound of boiling kettle that was ringing in Nurina's ears, which was sticking to my body, suddenly stopped. I wiped the water off and came out. There's a lot of blood fire going around. I sat carefully in front of him and reached out my hand. As you prepare to take a step back, Bloody Flame slowly sniffed out his nostrils and slowly approached. When Pitbull approached, the floor held him in its arms in relief.

“I'm sorry. I should have cared. ”

The hugging flame howls as if it understood a word.

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They're fighting outside.

- Turn it off.

I think it's some lady with the drunk guy.

It's worth a look.

People are out there watching.

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Referrals, always appreciated.

Coupon, thank you. I write thanks to you.

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