Die fast.

Why do people always hate death?

Obviously death is the closest thing to you, obviously this is the thing that really belongs to you, who can take away my death?

As someone who always wants to have more, shouldn't death be taken seriously?

Ruined my life, ruined my life, and then I thought it was good, probably really crazy.

Didn't smash furniture like burning madness, maybe my madness was the love of death, the disgust of humanity.

Those inspirational, those bloody, defending the family and the country, the pinnacle of life, kindness and kindness, are all disgusting things.

Perhaps, this is my own madness.

The feeling of devouring does not mean anything, and the feeling of brokenness does not mean anything, it is the presentation of the elements of the picture.

What is the difference between presenting a sense of devouring and showing a sense of brokenness and presenting happiness and sadness?

I fell in the depths of the lake, and the role of Yuan Changwen is gradually dissipating, but there is no reason to think that this can be over.

Why should others be polite?

Why can't others be selfish?

It's just a presentation of the elements of the picture, not just whether others are polite or selfish and hurt me, but also my emotional reactions.

Obviously, wanting to be polite, wanting to be kind, wanting others to share, is simply out of fear.

Even if it says that the world is beautiful for everyone to share, it is still only fear behind the scenes.

I don't see anything else, it's just my personal preference.

Maybe people will say something different, but it doesn't matter to me, because I'm not selling anything.

There is no need to convince others, there is no need to be reasonable, and it doesn't matter whether others believe it or not.

This is my slash.

Other people's beliefs just prove that I'm not lying or something, but it's basically about the attributes of the character.

It's still a plump role.

Perhaps, living in a society without fear, everyone will share and do a lot of good deeds.

But now, I clearly see my fear.

The panic of nowhere to put it, the panic of not being able to believe anything, I thought I was content with "I don't know", but unfortunately I didn't.

Are you going around in circles?

Wrong.

The most fundamental thing about these things is that they didn't jump off the cliff.

Always spin around at the character level.

Of course, maybe not.

I don't know how to analyze, I don't know how to think, and I don't even want to use my brain.

However, many times, I had to use my clever brain to think and analyze, as if I was finished without using my brain.

I know it's not real, but I hold on to it, this body is really in a state of seeing a ghost.

Where is there any mind to worry about others, where is there time to share and explain, everything is to hinder the killing.

In other words, it's all about procrastination, for the sake of diverting attention.

Is this so difficult?

Is it so simple that it is so difficult to touch?

Consciousness is everything, that awareness is everything, and the world is not real, including myself.

What else is there to say?

However, I just didn't finish the killing, and I was still in a false state.

The weird thing is that I can only be in the middle of a fake, and the role is just a role after all.

Characters who can control the universe are still just characters.

A character who snapped his fingers and destroyed half the universe is still a character.

And that awareness does not exist all the time, and it can never escape the sentence pattern of "I am aware of it at this moment".

It's not about breaking through the falsehood, it's not about breaking the falsehood, it's about the truth coming in.

Characters can't break through the falsehood.

As long as there is a character, it is false.

Even if the character runs out of the book, jumps out of the movie, kills out of the anime, and wants to occupy the author to become a real person or something.

It's still out of falsehood, it's just a hierarchy or level in falsehood or something like that.

Is my opponent a fake?

No, I don't have an opponent at all.

Where the characters come from and what opponents they are, they are just the presentation of picture elements.

And the truth, who is qualified to be a real opponent.

There is no causal relationship, everything is just a direct representation of the elements of the picture.

What the hell is this doing without me?

It's useless to kill, there's no one I'm killing, what the hell is this?

Plunged headlong into the abyss, without any knowledge and without believing in the distortion of the mind, he fell into it like this.

What else can I hold onto?

Just wait for death like this.

The feeling of nausea is like eating some disgusting food and wanting to vomit.

The distortion in the mind is nausea, and it is disgusting to pretend to be other emotions when it is fear.

I didn't know what I was doing, I didn't know how I was going to live, it all seemed ridiculous.

Like a walking corpse, a walking corpse with little happiness and little expectation.

There are no positive thoughts about thinking that tomorrow will be better or something.

There's no negative attitude about life being hostile and I have to make amends.

I don't have much interest in picture elements, although I'm just picture elements and will always be picture elements.

How can a character who wakes up in a dream prove that he is asleep?

How can you prove that you have really woken up?

Still in the dream, I just feel like I'm awake, I just know it's a dream, but the character is still the character in the dream.

Will the other characters in the dream ask me to prove, "This world is a dream", "I really woke up myself", "I know it's a dream", will I prove it?

The subtle misleading is that there is no me at all.

Waking up in a dream, which is different from touching the real thing, is that there is "no character".

Do I really care about my friends in my dreams, my relationships in my dreams, and the pinnacle of my life in my dreams?

Quarrels in dreams, persuasions in dreams, success preached to me in dreams, will I really seriously refute them?

Perhaps, I just wonder how I could dream of such a scene.

Parables are only parables after all, and they are told as if they were meant to be imitated.

Isn't it to set a rule that I want to treat others like the people in my dreams?

If I had finished slashing, I would naturally have such an attitude, but what is imitation and specification at the moment?

Luckily, I couldn't stop slashing, and the "presentation of visual elements" seemed to become a spell.

Think about it, after so many chapters of slashing, compared to it, you can be regarded as progressing.

And the weird thing is that I don't know if that I used to be or not, it's just a comparison in my memory.

The character of Yuan Changwen, one day this name will become unfamiliar, maybe I myself will not remember what my name is.

Who cares what their dream name is?

Devouring me like this, destroying me like this, there is nothing to cherish these things.

Including myself.

Those fetters are all nonsense, although many people agree.

Artificial distortion is just personal preference, what qualifications do you have to control me?

Throw it all away and push away the elements of the picture. (https:)

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