The best time I ever had with good devil was when I patted on his head in Whatever Happened to baby fly

the classes of this semester , at the end of november , almost come closed ,while the left should be completed by our papers for the drama and the criticism. i was composing the structures of my papers , but yet still far beyond the expectation. i used to extract from the internet but it seemed a little difficult for this time, as the students were only 5 people , which meant the professor would like to be a little more responsible in giving scores. and i would like to concentrate on papers for the credit next semester.
winter was mildly dropping by our intimate lives. the temperature would be steamed up after a gap of reunion. i had a good time with good devil , delicious food and happy chatting about the past times. the illumination in the secret closet , filled with a mixture air of desire and intimacy. a sleepless night made me quite puffy when sun rose again and clear the dark night away. it was a good and right to relax after long time's boring hard work and life.
a wonderful life need scheming in delicate detail and constant consciousness to your thinking and behaviour.
feeding the curiosity and freshness to life , walking down the road, through the path , there is always an invisible door open in slit, alluring u to peek in. a bold man would walk through the invisible door and check the inside world, a hidden heart.

life itself is the opposite of the metopher, looking into the mirror , u could see the real world by the virtual image.