Accidentally I still fall into one of the binary opposites.

I would think, I am a slasher, how can I be bound by aesthetics?

So I have to care about my appearance? Once I care, it's a failure?

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There is only one question, which is true or not, and the rest is.

You can care or not, the key point is not words and deeds, but the grasp of these self-definitions. It doesn't even matter if you catch it or not, it's just the presentation of the picture elements.

If there is no victory in falsehood, there will be no defeat.

Killing has become my self-definition, and what must be done is a kind of. Whether it is necessary to be kind or detached, or to work hard, it is nonsense.

When I started thinking, I was already stuck in a distortion in my head, and no matter what the result of thinking and the content of thinking were, distortion is distortion. No amount of truth is just a distorted whitewash, a false nonsense.

It's disgusting to think about, and this disgusting comes from the presentation of the elements of the picture. Hell, how do you get this stuff presented? I don't know, and I can't know.

Everything is a presentation of the elements of the picture, and there is nothing wrong with it, this statement is just a simple description. The problem lies in the hidden meaning of this sentence, but whatever the hidden meaning is, it is all correlation and speculation, and it is all shit.

My words and actions can't influence anything, and then what? No, all speculation is. Words and deeds based on this are all cause and effect relationships and distorted trade-offs in the mind.

Don't pester me anymore, the twist in my head is like shit, I don't like it.

These are all procrastinations, and trying to sort out the words and actions of the characters are all procrastination. When I'm done, I'm going to have that kind of thinking in words and deeds. Then until I'm done slashing, any analysis is just a delaying tactic.

I need to finish the kill, and the rest will come naturally. I can't be true in falsehood, even if I imitate the words and deeds after the killing, I still haven't finished the killing.

Although this may be good, it is still just an emotional pull, forcibly distorted with strong emotions. Unreal is unreal, there's nothing to discuss.

Maybe after imitating for a long time, the character will become natural and relaxed. But I'm not here at all talking about how to live better, or trying to plump up character achievement worship or anything like that. True, just this one goal, the rest is procrastination.

Nothing can hinder me, nothing. Now, I don't want to go back, there's nothing to stand in the way of that, because I'm not willing to keep holding on. Maybe it will be delayed, maybe it will be deceived, but the hindrance is not there.

The excitement seems to have left me, and as long as it doesn't speak to me, no amount of excitement can affect me. I'm like an outsider, just looking at it stupidly. I don't even listen carefully to the lively content.

It's not a great state, and there's nothing to pursue or preach. I don't know if the teacher is like this, and I don't know if the judge who wants to kill is like this. Just a description, I'm happy with my state.

Even, I am satisfied that I am not satisfied with this state.

Theater viewer mode.

Yuan Changwen felt that the more he explained, the more unclear he became, so he simply didn't explain. I have no disciples to teach, and no questions to elaborate. No one else and no one will ask me questions.

Slash, further.

I'm not done yet, and even if it's a little peek at the real thing, it's useless. That's right, unfinished is unfinished, there's nothing to argue about at all, any statement is just to make me stop killing.

Can you get me to stop?

I don't believe that, of course, maybe the picture elements just don't show the slash done, but the truth is still there. Everything about the character is a presentation of the elements of the picture, and it is also an inconsequential presentation.

Nothing gets in the way of reality, but does dreams get in the way of the dreamer? The subtle misdirection is that reality has no role. Parables are just parables after all, and they are inherently misinformed.

Trying to raise a child to have a certain profession or a certain personality is just a matter of fear, as if after doing a certain profession or having a certain personality, you can succeed in society.

Really, how can I pass on my ignorance to my children, it's a nightmare cycle.

Judging that a certain character is good, where does this root come from? How do I know that this is good? How do I know that what looks good is really good? It's ridiculous to the limit, I don't know what to say.

Devour, explode, why is it stopped in time when it is about to be destroyed? Hindering death is not a good thing, wishful thinking that life is precious, is just a kind of nonsense.

Madness, destruction, all this is not real in itself, it does not exist in itself, what is there to cherish? infinite existence, limitations do not exist, reality is everything, there is no character at all.

Let me die, I'm grabbing the role, and if I don't let go, who else can I blame?

It's all fake, it's all roles, and I don't want to do anything for the role of Yuan Changwen at all. Destroy yourself, destroy your life, destroy everything, but you can't destroy the truth.

In fact, I'm still spinning at the character level. Others are plump characters, I am a minus character, but I am still a character. Does that lead to the truth? Obviously, I can't be sure.

Afraid of a lifetime of failure?

How do I answer this question when I don't think of failure as failure?

It's not that it's not afraid, it's that there's no judgment at all.

Yuan Changwen felt uncomfortable and low in his heart, and he wanted to destroy himself but seemed to be unable to do so.

Is it slow?

I don't know, I don't know, and I'm not even sure that these emotions represent progress.

If I am not careful, I will destroy all human civilization, and those things that explain the picture elements have no attraction to me in the slightest. It seems to be a good scenery to see those distorted others, as long as they don't communicate with me, as long as they don't want to distort me.

So many people, so many different distortions, far beyond the imagination of the brain.

I am like this because I can only be like this. It's just that, there is no meaning, no relevance, and no deeper meaning.

I don't want to discuss, I don't want to think, so let me destroy quietly by myself.

Uncomfortable, low, disgusting, disgusted by the distortion of the mind, disgusted by falsehood. There is no right path, because there is no way to the real one.

I'm just slashing, just trying to kill the fake. The funny thing is, I can't kill the fake, anyway, as long as I exist, then it's fake.

And for the false grasp, the kind of grasp that thinks the false is real, like the anchor of a ship. These anchors are just a presentation of graphic elements, my slash, I want to get rid of, but I don't know if it's useful at all. (https:)

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