It's really tiring to think about, and it's completely useless.

And that emotion always wants me to think that life is hostile, ready to defend something at any time.

In fact, there is nothing at all. How many more times do I have to say it before I understand that this is all, just a twist in my head?

It didn't work, I couldn't find any way to destroy the distortion in my head other than tearing like crazy.

Family is just a piece of shit, those so-called courtesy exchanges, the so-called you grow up with me, I grow old with you, what the hell is it? Is this kind of transaction approved by me? Why does the General Department of Emotions brazenly pull me to do something?

What is the eye of others, and what is the rejection of society?

The point is, it's all in my head. Objective things are the presentation of picture elements, thinking is the presentation of picture elements, what other people and society can we talk about?

Which of those other people's eyes is not my own imagination?"What do I think" will happen to others, and when will it directly become an affirmative sentence of "what will happen to others"?

When did "I think" society become an affirmation of "society is real"?

Mentally retarded? Idiot?

However, I am also very clever enough to correlate cause and effect from many things, and then quickly pick up the skills to talk to strangers with ease...... These are clever, but they are just false.

Maybe if you want a character to stand at the pinnacle of life, you need to be smart. However, the killing does not need to be done, and whether it is real or not is the only question. Once confirmed, there was no need to continue the discussion.

What is a family? Must be filial? Can't you kill your mother with your own hands? Right, where does this kind of inadmissibility come from? Why do I shudder when I think of such a thing?

However, I don't love my mother, and my filial piety is only for my own comfort. If there is a contradiction between filial piety and my own comfort, then I must choose myself, isn't that how the quarrel comes?

So, what kind of filial piety is this kind of filial piety? How ridiculous is that kind of grasping for the need to be filial?

It's obviously, but it's firmly grasped by emotions. Can't I kill my mother with my own hands? I have to do something to be sorry for me before I can kill my mother in anger?

It's all about showing the character, showing that you're a good person who just has to kill your mom. It's not my fault, it's all because my mom pushed me too hard or something.

I can't do what I want, those people and things are arrogant in my head, and strong emotions pull me not to do this, but to do that. What are you? What are you?

It's just a twist in my head, it's just a cross-dressing show of fear, what is the truth? Who gave you the right to be so presumptuous and arrogant in my head?

Where does this phrase come from? And why should I believe it? Can I really tell that impulse is the devil?

An honest answer, it can't be done at all. If you can't be sure, you can't be sure, and the whole picture element is not real, and you should burn it all in one go. What else is going on here? Want to make a flower out of words?

Yuan Changwen wants to surrender, but the character is unwilling to surrender.

"How is it possible to surrender?! Are you crazy? We have to struggle! We have to think! We have to overcome difficulties!"

That's how the characters shout in their heads, where are the difficulties? What can be overcome? Things happen this way because things can only happen this way. There is no causal relationship, it's all just the presentation of the elements of the picture.

Fear is just, just wants me to keep grasping at the twisted means in my head. I'm not real, fear is not real, whether I can kill it or not, it's also unreal.

This world is not real, what am I still doing? Just throw it away, what is there to remember? Whether it is my mother or my wife and children, no matter how warm and sweet, I will not allow that kind of unbridled pulling.

At this moment, my mother is no longer great at all, but stands there like a demon. My wife and children stood on my mother's side, like demons from hell, exuding fear that I wouldn't kill.

Whatever the reason, that pull is a pull, and unreal is unreal. I don't have any reason to keep my mother and wife and children, maybe it's not enough, but I will continue to kill and destroy my mother and wife and children with one sword.

I can't use any pronouns to refer to her or them, that would only make me pay attention to the label, not to the itself. Words like "everything" and "all" are traps that make me ignore what I want to kill.

Facing my mother and wife and children, I just want to kill my mother and wife and children, watching my mother and wife and children arrogant in my head, and then being killed by me, broken little by little. My mother and my wife and children can't avoid it, I have already seen my mother and my wife and children, how can I easily let my mother and my wife and children go?

How much time does it take? Do you have that much time?

I don't need to think about these issues, killing is killing, and it has nothing to do with whether or not it makes sense to complete it. Those things are all distortions in the brain, they are all some kind of operational brainwashing mechanism, and I want to stay away from the distortions in my head.

No matter how beautiful a twist is, it is also a twist. In fact, many of the distortions are very beautiful, with beautiful diction, smooth and coherent narration, as if they were beauties in ancient paintings.

However, it is not true. As long as you see a distorted assumption, you can't recognize distortion at all. It's like seeing a beauty is just a person in a painting, and no matter how beautiful it is, it's just a person in a painting.

I'm not done yet, I'm going to move on.

No matter what is pulling me, whether it is my mother, my wife or children, or money, I will not allow this kind of pulling. Maybe you can continue to fear me, but fear will bring nausea, just see if the fear is stronger or the nausea is better.

The things that want to pull me, the filial piety of my mother, the responsibility of my wife and children, the sickness of money, are as disgusting as flies. It smelled like shit and was all over me.

I'm going to grab these things again?

Don't even think about it, it's impossible. I'm not done yet, and there's emotions protecting this shit, but it's not long.

You want to continue to pull me into a deep sleep, that's impossible. How do I know it's impossible? I don't know, it's all out of anger, just like anger at my boss turns into a motive for killing.

You're going to be hacked to death by me, and you won't be able to run away at all.

Let's see, if you continue to fool me to death, or if I hack you to death before I die. Nothing important, only killing, even if you lose everything, it doesn't matter.

It's that crazy.

What did I look back on and realize that I had missed the beauty of life, these are not my considerations at all. Even, these are all distortions in the mind, and they are all your means.

Is it real? Not true, end the discussion. ()

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