keeps saying and killing, but every word and every thought is enriching the character.

Did I let go? No, I still believe in the distortions in my head, and those judgments affect me all the time. It's something you don't know, but you have to pretend to know it, and you're pretty sure of it.

Unreal is unreal, what is how to live, what can make life easier, is. Right, I'm talking about whether it's true or not, what kind of nonsense is that meaning is useful or not?

The character damn it, there's no reason to keep the character.

Yuan Changwen found that he really didn't have anything to think about, slash, slash with anger, and kill with madness. Strong emotions protect these self-definitions, and if the invective can be killed, then be invective.

There is nothing wrong with it, reason is not at all the opponent of emotions.

I was disappointed in myself, the character of Yuan Changwen saw it but pretended not to see it, and let the emotions pull.

Come on, let me die.

I'm not going to say anything like that in a desperate situation, let the character die, I have no opinion. What are the characters still doing? What are they still grabbing? What are they trying to catch?

Devour me, destroy me, what are people like me who have no memory of their loved ones, people like me who have no respect for moral traditions, who are still alive?

The reason why the character is wonderful is the existence of the character itself. A character without a character, in this world full of characters, what else is there to communicate with each other? Is it just to chat with some flowers and plants?

The presentation of the elements of the picture is simply a presentation, and has nothing to do with the awareness, nothing to do with the thinking.

Yuan Changwen felt that he had no strength, and it seemed that he couldn't even continue to kill. Perhaps, let yourself die, there is no regret, there is no disgust, it is just death.

The logic began to be confused, his thoughts began to drift away, and Yuan Changwen obviously felt that he was about to lose control of his thinking. However, there is nothing to control, just throw it away.

If you can't kill it, then don't kill it.

The twist in my brain still wants to control me? Fuck off, I feel sick when I look at my brain.

Those who judge the winners and losers of life by material things, and judge the value of life by the so-called soul fun, are all nonsense. Who gives the qualified judgment? This kind of judgment itself is just a distortion in the mind, so what is there to agree with?

The anger is gone, the madness is gone, and only the exhausted and paralyzed self is left to fall in the depths of the lake. After all, the killing was still not completed, and whether the killing could be completed or not, he was not sure at all.

The so-called me generally refers to this thinking, so how can this thinking know when the killing will be completed? What I can do is to keep killing and ruin my life like a madman who is unreasonable. Moreover, while destroying it, it is pleasant and makes normal people panic.

Who would chop off their fingers with joy? Isn't it crazy to be happy and approve of the whole act despite some pain?

Nothing can hold me back, and nothing can continue to affect me. Mom can't do it, money can't do it, wife and children can't do it, and the character itself can't either.

Just let me rot, rot completely. There's no reason to remain human, just let me rot and dissipate into this world.

The world will no longer exist, all that is just the presentation of the elements of the picture, just the content of the realization. The world is no longer real, and there is no longer any truth to be seen.

Other people's words are no longer full of authority, and no matter what the other party is, it's all nonsense. The distortion in my mind is still dealing with people, what leader and what position, and I want to use these things to talk nonsense.

Is there really anyone else?

It's all the presentation of the elements of the picture, it's all the content of the realization. As for why the elements of the picture are presented the way they are, that is not something that this mind can know.

Die, die quickly. I don't know what I'm still grabbing, but whatever I caught, it's all false and. What can be grasped? Those things that are grasped through emotions have already proven that they cannot be grasped, so they will be constantly distorted by emotions.

Who needs to grasp "I exist"? Who can get rid of "I exist"?

Do I need to prove that the sun is hot through my emotions? Perhaps, I can twist it through my emotions and think that the sun is cold. That's how the distortion in my head works, it's just speculation but it's pretending to be true.

Since it's bias, it doesn't say anything at all.

There is no such thing as "there is some truth", so what is on the outside of "there is some truth"?

There is a certain amount of truth in a certain range, so how do I know that the distortion in my head does have a certain amount of truth in a certain range, and how is this range determined?

It's still a distortion in my head.

When did the distortion of the brain occupy such a powerful place? Is it education from an early age?

I don't know, and I don't want to know. Even if it doesn't talk about any truth, the distortion in the mind is not worth believing.

How much more can you drag me to? What kind of things are these people and things that can be so presumptuous? I don't allow this shit to affect me, whether it's mom or money, it's bullshit.

All is just the content of the realization, the belief that there is a real person with a real society, is just an emotional product of fear. In this way, I am real, my struggles are real, and everything I do is real.

Instead of plunging headlong into false devouring, and then slashing with a mental breakdown that borders on madness.

It's all the presentation of picture elements, does it have anything to do with others?

Let me die, come to the dark truth, nothing can stop this. If there is, then kill it. There is no room for negotiation, and there is no value for discussion.

The picture elements show that the character is being pulled, and there is nothing wrong with that. The paradox is that it seems that there is no reason to kill yourself. Like, I said I wanted to surrender, so I can't resist?

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It's not a rebellion, it's just an action.

I surrender to everything that the elements of the picture present, and there is nothing wrong with what has been presented. It's not a mistake not to kill, and it's not a right thing to kill.

Resign to fate, the distortion in the mind will not fluctuate in any way, and then act accordingly. It's not mixed with fear, it's not a twist in the mind.

Even, the behavior after surrender, perhaps, looks idiotic. At that time, it was no longer the distortion in the mind that was controlling, but the flow.

I'm not resisting the pull, because my opponent is not emotion at all, not fear, but falsehood.

Or rather, act with a surrendering mindset.

Why am I talking about this stuff, proving myself right, proving that there is no contradiction in proving my theory?

It's about my, it's to be killed, and whoever stands in the way will be killed. ()

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