I came here with my original desire, the noble ideal of drama.

A passing iceberg says, "Have you seen the vortex far away, that's where you should go?"

I came by the vortex, and I looked at the mountains, and I was confused.

I touched it with curiosity, vortex looked at me and kept looking at the icebergs.

"Let me in, I want to go in, you're not good enough, you're not angry, you're not sad, you're running away."

I sat quietly next to the vortex with him to observe the ice. Mountain

"What are you looking at, it's just an iceberg, you don't have to know, because you didn't think about going into an iceberg, and it says I should come to you."

When the candles went out, the night covered 510 blinds, and the world's dreams began to take root.

Liang Zhibin went through the window.

I looked through the cracks of my shell, the liquid that ignited the fire.

It goes up, comes in through the cracks, comes near me, enters me, drowns me, warms me, sooths me, completes me.

It's broken. It's morning.

Liang Zhibin was wrapped around naked me standing on the edge of the vortex.

I feel a bit ashamed, and I feel like I can't help myself.

A cold wind came, blew every inch of my body, went into every corner of my body.

I'm burning.

"Want to go in?"

The vortex stretches out one hand and turns me around, and the other hand removes my limbs and five officers and takes away my Zibin.

"What am I now? Without Liang Zhibin, I feel like I'm nothing."

What's a vortex, a sugar wrapped in shit or a piece of shit called sugar?

I had a taste of it with a taste.

Neither is sugar nor shit.

It's a condensed condensation that will help me clean up all the shit in my head. Eye.

The color is empty, the color is empty.

The vortex is us. We're the vortex.

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The Turbo is the second drama produced by the North Wind Theatre, and in a month-long collective creation, each of the creators spoke about the dilemma and the impotence of the situation. This article was written for Zhou Bojo, a member of the North Windshow Society, who came from Tianjin to perform and quit his job. His tweets are also called ETC. On March 12th, the tree planting festival, let us witness the birth of this play together and join in this vortex.

Time: 7:30 p.m. March 12th.

Location: Centre for Social Organization Services in the Streets outside the Zongwen Gate (navigation: 68 North Ribbon Road)

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The author introduces: a mute in the south and a horn in the waist; a lam in the north, with a tummy in his hand. The one with the horn is the one with the horn, and the other with the horn is not the one with the horn. And then I hit the west side and said, "Don't argue.

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