Why do you always want to express the "presentation of the whole"?

It's as if I'm not here at all, it's all about the whole, not the presentation of the parts.

Or is there only the distinction between awareness and content, and not the individual things in the content?

Without the role of Yuan Changwen, it seems that I am a little bit worse.

I don't want to pay attention to it, I don't want to think about it, just die.

Are these things really the result of thinking, and are they really due to the killing of so many chapters?

I can't be sure, isn't it, and though I'd love to claim that my efforts have finally killed part of the character, I'm not sure.

It's still just an answer based on memory, it's still just a picture element explaining the picture element.

Nothing will be kept, nothing will survive, falsehood will be reduced to ashes in the flames of hell, and only truth can remain.

Because nothing can hurt the truth, not even standing on the other side of the truth.

Mom is dispensable, filial piety when you want to be filial, not filial piety when you don't want to be filial, there is no concept to pull me.

In the same way, there is nothing that can control me, my words and deeds are not weighed, there is something that can control me.

It's just a downstream, it's just the presentation of picture elements, and nothing can be said.

Can we keep the world authentic and still go with the flow?

I don't know, anyway, the reality of the world is shattering, and at the same time that nothing matters, the downstream is gradually emerging.

Let's die, why do you think death is bad, why do you think life is supreme?

It's ridiculous, and the more I think about it, the more pitiful I feel.

Of course, there is only one reason why the elements of the picture should be presented in this way, that is, they can only be presented in this way.

In fact, slashing aside, I'm definitely a fake number one fan.

can make me abandon the truth, can let me consider myself the character of Yuan Changwen, and then experience all kinds of wonderful.

There's nothing more exciting than a false world, even though it's all untrue.

It's a pity that I'm slashing, maintaining the cult of falsehood, and then slashing falsehood.

Characters are shattering, the world is collapsing, there are no characters in reality, there is nothing.

And even if it's a false world, it's not full of characters, but "I think" there are characters like tables and chairs.

The whole presentation is just what you are aware of.

You don't need to believe these things, that's all that's left after the killing.

The so-called sacredness is complete nonsense and man-made fabrication.

Fear no longer appears, or rather, fear no longer appears blatantly, and even fear does not work as it should.

If you want me to catch the character, and if you want the character to continue to catch that shit, it might as well let me just die.

I don't know what to worry about in this world, there is no role of Yuan Changwen at all, those so-called character attributes are just "I think".

It's my self-righteous belief that different limitations are different things, but there's no need to distinguish between visual elements at all.

It's as if this part of the picture element has little to do with the character, so don't care.

, it's still for the characters, it's still unreal.

The role of Yuan Changwen is not only not me, but also has no role, and the whole world is so ridiculous.

Perhaps, in the end, there is no role.

Of course, this is still self-righteous rhetoric, and no one knows what will happen.

It's possible to keep going, or it's possible to keep going, right?

However, it doesn't matter, it's just a character anyway, and since you're going to die, holding on to the kill is just an obstacle.

Chat is a hindrance, a clear obstacle, I'm not done yet, and chat just gets me into character.

It's all excuses, though, just lies for the characters to struggle.

It's as if I have to talk, as if life has to talk, it's all.

It's all about not daring to kill, not wanting to kill, and it seems that chatting is the next fake that can be caught.

Just like for my mother, the Huairou policy looks as if I have won and I am in control, but in fact it is still just a pull.

The character has to die, and there's no reason to keep the character, not even some hellish mom or something.

The world is not real, there is no me, there is no character, and I talk about a fart family business.

It's like a painting, there are no trees and sky at all, how can so many characters be conjured?

The setting of this limitation is itself a distortion, and it is a distortion that I set myself, voluntarily acknowledging this distortion.

But in fact, there is no distinction at all, just the overall presentation of the picture elements.

Funnily enough, it's because of this distinction that the whole false world exists.

A painting comes to life because I can see the trees and the sky, rather than just seeing pixels and not recognizing the limitations of shapes.

Unreal is unreal, and I don't have any reason to keep it.

Even if it wasn't cost-effective, even if it was ruining dreams, there was no reason for me to stop killing.

Perhaps, the killing of so many chapters is simply to hinder others from killing, so that the officials know that all this is not as good as the master promotes.

In other words, seeing what those masters are propagating has nothing to do with the truth.

Consciousness is everything, awareness is everything, reality is everything.

The character of Yuan Changwen will die, the entire universe will collapse, and the black reality will take over all this.

I waited for the arrival of the Grim Reaper cutie, and I waited for the collapse of the character.

The unreal doesn't exist, and the real never ceases to exist.

The role of Yuan Changwen is irrelevant, and he may feel that it is not cost-effective, or, more deeply grateful for the existence of the character.

I'm not done at the moment, and saying these words is just an obstacle.

But this feeling gradually came to me, and I didn't have to deny my state, perhaps, it was just a joke, so I stopped in this position completely.

Because there is no such thing as free will, I have no idea what to expect.

Fortunately, it is precisely because there is no free will that there is no choice, and there will be no wrong choice.

The distortion in the mind can be completely rested, and the act of laboring and straining to fight the hostility of the universe can be completely thrown away.

Downstream is great, I have to admit, but the slash is better.

I'm in Hell, and now I'm going through Hell.

Anything that is false will be destroyed in hell, and the real will remain.

It's all about truth.

Let me die, let the characters be destroyed, don't resist the black truth, and don't resist the brokenness of yourself.

Nothing can survive, all the catches are just delays.

The sun is shining, the cicadas are chirping, the greenery is abundant, these are all destroyed, because if there is no distinction, there is no longer any such thing.

A person who can't relate to each other can't recognize a picture, which is a rare disease.

Slashing will not lead me to glory, but to destruction.

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