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How   to   describe   a   3c   free   intellectual?An   intellectual   person   who   is   not   allow   web   to   open   his   secret   and   he   don't   use   cellphone   or   line   twitter   and   so   on.Is   he   a   island   of   postmodern   world?over   smart   ?he   can   see   through   any   person   ,what   a   intellectual   person.actually   I   use   no   sim   card   cellphone   to   reduce   my   payment   for   individual   Wi-Fi,I   just   want   to   escape   the   link   on   facebook,but   I   can't   for   it   is   the   only   way   for   me   to   express   myself   voice,although   it   is   useless   to   cry   for   my   heart,my   mind   one   day   will   be   clear   if   the   world   accept   me   as   a   free   citizen,not   a   patient   in   the   society,I   try   to   face   the   truth   outside   the   3c,it   is   a   large   range   of   products   and   happenings   world   that   I   don't   know,I   would   like   to   see   the   extreme   of   civilization   blow,when   all   the   knowledge   is   broken   down   and   fade   away   in   my   mind,I   will   have   no   classic   love   to   chase,for   I   become   a   barbarian   intellectual   of   3c   free,I   don't   know   what   the   robot   translate   love,emotion,and   complex,they   are   none   human   beings,but   aliens   in   the   planet,why   my   teacher   is   so   fragile   about   our   love,I   don't   know   if   he   is   only   a   reading   addictive   that   don't   know   what   is   real   love,we   are   all   kindergarten   degree   of   love   recognized   person,we   have   so   much   bitter   untold   and   swallow   in   the   mouth,the   long   life   is   pushing   us   to   learn   the   past   and   reveal   us   a   bloody   reality   road   to   go   on.

He   just   apply   computer   science   to   teach   student,   not   connect   with   fellow   people   outside   his   campus   circle,   he   is   so   mysterious,   talk   so   many   lies   like   joke   on   the   society,   I   am   desert   by   him,   if   I   fancy   on   loving   such   a   robot   like   person,   I   will   go   mad.   this   city   is   our   temple,   and   a   campus   too,   we   need   to   get   along   well   like   a   group   of   peaceful   citizens,   but   I   wish   I   can   live   without   harbor   and   money,   let   a   robot   husband   pay   my   fee   for   me.   I   ask   he   to   go   to   hotel,   he   say   he   has   a   wounded   mother   for   him   to   go   home   take   care   of,   in   fact,   I   know   it   can   only   be   my   fantasy,   but   last   night   his   soul   hug   me   till   I   fall   sleep,   I   know   he   is   not   a   robot,   he   check   my   romance   all   to   well,   he   need   to   analyze   me   before   I   fall   for   him.   I   know   he   is   a   good   man,   just   ironically   speaking   about   me   and   my   legendary   gossips,   I   would   like   to   have   a   short   love   with   him,   if   he   really   sell   my   soul   to   an   architecture   last   night   dream,   I   will   feel   that   he   is   a   bad   heart   but   kind   face   wolf,   all   male   are   wolves,   female   are   cats,   how   can   they   be   together   I   wonder   the   circumstances.   He   would   not   like   to   be   called   as   garden   or   golden,   he   is   nothing   but   a   stick.   We   are   on   a   glass   bridge   walking   on   broken   possibility,   I   am   so   afraid   of   losing   him,   but   it   is   remote   love,   who   can   save   us,   my   mouth   is   all   suck   dry   by   him,   every   night   I   have   to   drink   water   to   solve   my   thirsty,   he   said   he   is   hungry,   I   know   it   is   hint   of   a   male,   but   we   are   so   distant   and   far   away   of   reality,   I   must   do   forget   him   at   the   end   of   our   own   feelings   of   seem   love,   I   want   to   ask   him   why   he   is   so   talkative   all   the   time,   is   he   born   to   be   a   book   teller,   or   I   am   so   blind   in   knowledge,   I   am   too   shy   to   admit   that   I   use   him   to   throw   Andre   away,   I   treat   him   a   love   tool   and   love   machine,   he   is   very   unhappy   with   this   though   of   me,   I   promise   if   he   can   be   with   me,   I   will   be   a   little   lady   to   let   him   satisfied,   it's   sorry   I   am   a   horse   star   that   no   compromise   can   limit   me.   I   would   rather   watch   day   goes   by,   all   alone   with   a   interest   of   making   story   in   my   writing,   for   writing   is   my   only   hobby,   I   don't   like   reality   show.

I   don't   want   prostitute   dream,   but   after   I   wake   up,   there   is   only   emptiness   left,   so   I   don't   mind   if   I   have   been   set   up   by   professor   garden,   he   is   far   away   from   my   life   already,   and   I   don't   miss   any   man,   I   just   want   to   be   alone,   with   glass   beads   in   my   hand,   I   read   Sutra   and   get   peaceful   mind   so   long,   I   know   I   make   me   myself   master   of   my   life,I   don't   need   to   fall   in   love   no   more,   for   no   one   will   love   me   except   my   money,   and   fame,   people   want   me   is   because   they   can't   write   as   good   as   me.

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