Love - Internet and Books

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Publish Date: 2006-06-01
Features: Virgo Virgo claims that Virgos are masters of love, but no one believes it, yet it's true. Virgos love themselves too much, so they have too many opinions about love. They are extremely difficult to please and often play the little princess game. Yet because they know how to be picky, they often develop more sensitive OS systems than the average person, greatly enhancing the fun of love. From this perspective, the clever and mischievous Ally McBeal must be a Virgo. The sharp-tongued and worldly-wise talent Eileen Chang should be a Virgo. The white bird Riko, who says "I still have to go" at critical moments, is definitely a Virgo. Those who know how to faint at the right time and push all subsequent responsibilities onto the male lead are probably Virgos. Fermina, who uses rejection to avoid love for her entire life in Maquis's works, is definitely a Virgo. Tolstoy, who patiently wrote "War and Peace," is a Virgo. The Victoria in Foucault's works, who appears virtuous, are all Virgos. Virgos love themselves so much that they have nothing good to say about others' love; instead, they see the illusory nature of love very clearly. They are smart and often pretend, fully enjoying the pleasure of being passive, and they know early on that they love themselves, not you. So, don't be fooled by Virgos—they are the true queens of sensuality. (The author of this article, Venus, is a Virgo.)
Virgo List: Jolin Tsai, Elva Hsiao, Yu Guangzhong,, Mozart, Confucius, Tolstoy, D.H. Lawrence, Goethe, Chu T'ien-wen, Ingrid Bergman, Liu Lier, Sophia Loren, Sone Yoshiko.
Wall They firmly deny the existence of a wall. Although war has divided them into opposing sides, although racists tear each other apart with blood and slogans, although a rally in front of the church in March sparked the fiercest brawl of the year, and although those walking the streets with explosives are all followers of the wall. They believe in love; they believe love can lead them away from hatred and to the promised land in their hearts. They meet at the agreed time, crossing a wall where the barbed wire glitters with silver light. Under the only large tree in the wilderness, they touch each other's deepest needs. Thus, they remember that almost a century ago, the wall had fallen. They remember that love is ultimately fusion, a creature similar to angels envisioned by Milton, made of light, so it can cover, overlap, penetrate, and consume each other. "Do you love me?" "No, I am you." Honey falls like rain, and they catch each other's hearts in their mouths. They are so happy, before misunderstanding arrives, before they reach a true wall.
xCRlTlera Hidden Cameras After the Gwoynng Disc Incident, ordinary women also fell into panic. "Someone is watching me!" Telescopes in neighboring buildings, cameras in motels and changing rooms, empty parking lots at night. Eyes are everywhere, and even the essence of sex has changed. "Cover your slightly protruding abdomen with a sheet!" "Should I wear sexy lingerie or stockings?" "I can't be a dead fish anymore; I should practice more positions." Public consciousness has deepened, and flashbulbs are everywhere. Some exercise and sculpt their bodies on a large scale, while others actively scout locations, simulating various possible shooting positions. Sex is no longer just between two people but always accompanied by a group of invisible spectators. Sex becomes a performance. A commodity. Those with a bit of business acumen set up websites to take self-portraits, keeping the profits in-house at least ensuring royalty income. Celebrities still rely on journalists to buy into their scandals, but modern people can become famous with just a disc.
Yumiri Yumiri Once, at a 3P beer party, Cherry Sister said: I think Yumiri's early works like "Home Dream Is Far Away" are too repetitive, talking about her dad running a gambling den, saying she's ugly, and saying it over and over again, which gets annoying. But "Fate" and "Soul" are really good. She got dumped by a married man, had a child, and took care of her cancer-ridden boyfriend, not only didn't go crazy but also wrote clearly and completely, regardless of what others thought—that's really brave! And she wrote it very well. I think it's amazing that she knows she loves herself, not you. So, don't be fooled by Virgos—they are the true queens of sensuality. (The author of this article, Venus, is a Virgo.)
Wall They firmly deny the existence of a wall. Although war has divided them into opposing sides, although racists tear each other apart with blood and slogans, although a rally in front of the church in March sparked the fiercest brawl of the year, and although those walking the streets with explosives are all followers of the wall. They believe in love; they believe love can lead them away from hatred and to the promised land in their hearts. They meet at the agreed time, crossing a wall where the barbed wire glitters with silver light. Under the only large tree in the wilderness, they touch each other's deepest needs. Thus, they remember that almost a century ago, the wall had fallen. They remember that love is ultimately fusion, a creature similar to angels envisioned by Milton, made of light, so it can cover, overlap, penetrate, and consume each other. "Do you love me?" "No, I am you." Honey falls like rain, and they catch each other's hearts in their mouths. They are so happy, before misunderstanding arrives, before they reach a true wall.
xCRlTlera Hidden Cameras After the Gwoynng Disc Incident, ordinary women also fell into panic. "Someone is watching me!" Telescopes in neighboring buildings, cameras in motels and changing rooms, empty parking lots at night. Eyes are everywhere, and even the essence of sex has changed. "Cover your slightly protruding abdomen with a sheet!" "Should I wear sexy lingerie or stockings?" "I can't be a dead fish anymore; I should practice more positions." Public consciousness has deepened, and flashbulbs are everywhere. Some exercise and sculpt their bodies on a large scale, while others actively scout locations, simulating various possible shooting positions. Sex is no longer just between two people but always accompanied by a group of invisible spectators. Sex becomes a performance. A commodity. Those with a bit of business acumen set up websites to take self-portraits, keeping the profits in-house at least ensuring royalty income. Celebrities still rely on journalists to buy into their scandals, but modern people can become famous with just a disc.
Yumiri Yumiri Once, at a 3P beer party, Cherry Sister said: I think Yumiri's early works like "Home Dream Is Far Away" are too repetitive, talking about her dad running a gambling den, saying she's ugly, and saying it over and over again, which gets annoying. But "Fate" and "Soul" are really good. She got dumped by a married man, had a child, and took care of her cancer-ridden boyfriend, not only didn't go crazy but also wrote clearly and completely, regardless of what others thought—that's really brave! And she wrote it very well. I think it's amazing that she knows she loves herself, not you. So, don't be fooled by Virgos—they are the true queens of sensuality. (The author of this article, Venus, is a Virgo.)