Damn it, you deserve to die.

I deserve to die, both from the point of view of killing characters and from the point of view of social benefit.

It's all the presentation of picture elements, even if it's a slash, it's not qualified to hinder me.

Broken, all this will be broken.

Destruction, all this must be destroyed.

There are no exceptions, perhaps, only my death can bring such an accident.

And in the perceived elements of the picture, there are no surprises.

Is an unexpected thing that goes beyond your thinking an accident?

Don't be funny, the picture elements directly present a certain kind of thinking, and a reality beyond the imagination of the mind, isn't it?

It happens this way because it can only happen this way.

I always wanted a character to exist, as if "no character" was a natural enemy.

Desperately resist the busty characters who "have no role", let the emotions pull, and then babble gibberish there.

It doesn't matter what you say, it doesn't matter what point of view you maintain, as long as you can flesh out the character.

If a point of view doesn't get approval and doesn't enrich the character, maybe I'll just change the point of view.

Even, I have always maintained a certain point of view, this stubbornness itself is enriching the character, and it is also enhancing the character attributes.

At this time, the fullness brought by stubbornness itself is far greater than the fullness brought by the approval of others.

In other words, it's no longer the point of view that I maintain, but the character of my character.

There are so many opinions, as if I have to express my opinion, I have to say something.

I knew it was, but I still had to say something.

There is only one reason for this compromise, and that is that he is still holding on to the role.

It's so sad, I want to end myself, I want to crumple myself into ashes.

Hate the character, hate the twist, hate the false, it's not over yet.

I'll explode, and I'll smash all the supports, and all that self-definition will turn into smoke.

The character is not qualified to exist, the false is not qualified to be arrogant, I don't know how long this battle will last, but I will win.

How can the real fail?

How can a character win?

The people and things in your head, I wait for you to be arrogant, see how long you can be arrogant?

Of course, I know that there is no arrogance at all this, just the presentation of picture elements.

But, so what?

Is there anything remarkable about the picture elements?

What if thinking is an element of the picture?

Now, it's all about slashing.

It doesn't stop, it doesn't disappear so simply, there's nothing to hinder or delay.

I know it's not going to be easy, I know what I'm facing.

Burning, burning, aching, uncomfortable, ruined, broken......

I can experience all the negative states I can think of, and I can bear them.

Death is not something to be feared, just go home.

It's not a state of fear to have no characters, it's just a matter of stopping the twist.

My existence is falsehood, the greatest distortion.

Think about it, too, keep saying "my" name, "my" job, "my" fear happy and so on.

So, what is this "me" in me?

Or rather, my things are lost, and it's just things, not me.

Even if it's death, it's my death, not me.

It's all my possession, and it has nothing to do with me.

The world has nothing to do with me, those kind and lovely people are just like characters in a dream.

Of course it won't be as easy as words, and I know how painfully broken it will be, as it is now.

It's not the end, it's the beginning.

I was looking forward to it, but I was desperate.

Life and death are competing with each other, but neither is real.

It's just a description of whether the character is presented or not.

The reality that transcends time, the black reality, does not seem real at all.

Unfortunately, the reality can only be like that, maybe there can be more places that I can't imagine, but there are certainly no characters there.

Infinite, what a word, but it easily shatters everything that is limited.

I love this shattering, and I'd rather destroy it.

With a terrifying smell of destruction, that's just a prejudice.

Stop the twist, stop injecting energy into the twist, that's all.

There is no me at all, this thinking is just the presentation of the elements of the picture.

It can present the corresponding memory, such as presenting the memory of the past so many years at this moment, and presenting all kinds of supporting memory.

It can also present intermittent memories, or various different memories, so it is called memory traversal, or lost memories and the like.

This kind of thinking can also appear in another person, and then present the corresponding memory, so I thought that I had traveled with the memory.

Does this need to be fought against any scientific theory?

Does this require any so-called energy to penetrate the space-time barrier?

It's all.

No matter how many means a false possesses, it cannot change that it is a falsehood.

It is useless to use emotional pulling, to use "everyone is like this", to use means such as stealing concepts.

As long as you honestly answer "whether it is true or not", you can see the false face.

No matter how useful it is, no matter how much it is liked, no matter how many people worship it, no matter how long the history agrees, it is all evading the question of honesty.

Whatever you want, just say "okay, but", or "whatever" or something like that.

That's the beginning of the.

Just want to compromise, just want to keep the false, because I'm the false.

I can't claim to have captured the truth like I can with an apple.

Truth and falsehood are not opposites, not the dualistic elements of hot and cold, but the truth is completely wrapped in falsehood.

Distort the limitations formed by itself, so that the characters with various limitations are presented in the limitations.

That awareness is everything.

It's not a big deal that the character didn't finish killing, and even, the character didn't continue to kill.

Without this, the real is still the real, and the character is still the character.

It's just that some of the character's attributes have changed, what kind of change is this?

From a role perspective, it seems to be a very important thing because I've been working hard all my life to change my role.

You have to be rich, you have to be powerful, you have to be kind, you have to have dreams, you have to have success, you have to have a sense of ceremony, you have to be able to speak......

These so-called changes are no different from the difference between two snowflakes.

A little more and a little less, it's all fake, it's just a character.

Who cares?

Is the aesthetic among monkeys understandable to humans?

What's more, truth is just existence.

Nothing is a big deal, it's just a twisted means to survive.

There is nothing to change yourself, and there is nothing you can control.

It's all just some kind of illusion presented by the elements of the picture.

It's like gravity, just an illusion.

I easily dismiss speculation as truth, and I easily take falsehood as truth.

The supporting presentation of picture elements is often the root of the illusion.

I can't say for sure, but I'm pretty sure what will happen. (https:)

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