Is the slash itself a twist?

Every time Yuan Changwen felt that he was about to finish, he would find that he seemed to be far away. However, these are just feelings, and it doesn't make sense what it means.

The character itself is false, and it is impossible to find truth in this falsehood. I'm not here to touch the truth, or to make life better, I'm just killing.

How can I kill "killing itself"? This is simply a matter of waste, and we will ignore the distortions that pull and ignore and allow emotional protection to be ignored.

I can't get rid of the fake, because the existence of the character itself is fake, and no matter how much you kill, you can't get rid of the fake. However, I can get rid of the strong emotion of "taking falsehood as truth".

Is there any essential difference between having to be killed and being filial?

Has slashing become a character attribute for me?

I'm a slasher, so can't there be anything to deny that? No, I haven't finished slashing yet, the twist in my head is still there, and if I discard the slash then the other distortions should be thrown away as well.

There's no reason to just discard the slash and keep the other twists. In that case, it's not a discussion at all, it's just a means to put me to sleep unilaterally.

See, that's the block of reason. Obviously, I just need to kill it, but I'm thinking about what the hell here. There is only one purpose, and that is to get me to stop killing.

When I think about these things, the slashing has stopped. The distortion in my mind is still there, and those people and things can still pull me, so what is my own thinking?

It's just an obstacle.

The existence of the character is false, so any behavior of the character is false, whether it is killing or fighting, it is the presentation of the elements of the picture. Killing isn't real, and I can't find it in this world.

Crazy, devour, there is no reason to talk about, and there is nothing to analyze. Just explode, what else is there to say?

What's there to explain? To whom?

Slash is indeed a twist, a twist of slashing twist. If I regard these falsehoods as true, then they should be killed. I can't touch the truth by slashing, because I'm false, and I can't find the truth in the falsehood.

This expectation is a kind of in itself.

But there must be reality, and that awareness has always been there. I can't grasp the truth, but it's not going to end. Just because my thinking is false doesn't mean I'm going to let other distortions go unnoticed.

That's right, those distortions are also false, and there will be a false existence anyway. But what kind of thing is it to take falsehood as truth? I didn't clearly see that these were falsehoods, but I was pulled by these falsehoods, and those people and things stood in the real position and pointed fingers at me.

It's all.

Can I kill it myself? I don't know.

Will I give up killing? I won't give up, as long as those people and things are still arrogant in my head, there is no reason to give up killing.

Perhaps, when I look around and see that there is nothing left to kill, I will naturally discard the kill. But not now, nor is it aimed at the point of separation.

The whole picture element has to be discarded, including the killing, including the thinking, including these people and things. And I, what am I still thinking of as real?

It's all false, so it's not at all arguing which act is true and which act is false. Instead, I saw that I didn't dare to think that it was false, such as money, such as family affection.

I will always find many reasons to prove that money is useful even if it is false. Perhaps, after the slash is complete, I can think so. But at the moment, this kind of thinking is just an obstacle, a delay.

Money is associated with security, but that security itself is created by a twist in the mind. There is a sense of security when there is something, but where does this insecurity of having nothing come from? Why is life hostile? If not, why am I insecure?

Even if I don't admit that life is hostile, my actions and thoughts prove it. Countless times, over and over again, trying to control the ship of life in this stormy sea. However, the storm itself is a product of distortion, and there is nothing to believe in at all.

If life is not hostile, then what is the situation of such a pathological treatment of money? Could it be that I am sick by nature? Or has it been forcibly shaped by all these years of imperial propaganda?

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. How I became who I am now is just an academic question. It doesn't matter what the reason is, it's all about killing. Whatever the reason, the visual elements are already present at the moment, so there's no reason for me to give up on slashing.

False pulling, the product of emotion, if I had been told this a long time ago, I would not have accepted it. Obviously, right, money is very useful and can do many, many things.

However, the phrase itself is a distortion.

How deep does it take to have a twisted hatred to combat the fear of not having money?

Distortion is not qualified to be arrogant in my mind, and the reason why those people and things exist is also because I distort them and think they are important. Then they can be presumptuous in my head.

Suppose I think that my mother is like a piece of shit on the side of the road, just presented at some point, then all the knowledge about my mother can be wiped out. No matter how good filial piety sounds, how beautiful, and how much it contributes to the construction of the imperial dream, it is only artificially distorted.

It's something that is firmly grasped by emotions, how can you think that mom is like a piece of shit? right, only a madman would think so. And, how deep is the hatred for falsehood, so that it will be killed against maternal love?

There is no reason to keep the twist, whatever the twist is.

It may cause resentment to others, and it may make you single, but when does a person become demeaning? Society is constructed by a group of people, so if society wants to preserve, it must respect friends or various connections.

This is not some advanced theory, it is just a means for society to protect itself.

That's why you despise a person and think that a person is a bad situation. It doesn't matter if you say you're alone, but I know very well in my heart that I don't care at all.

The presence of a character has always required hard work to maintain, and I used to be constantly injecting energy to maintain the existence of the character. For example, speech during chatting, hoping for approval from others, and various forms of affirming presence.

I want to kill against my sense of existence, this world is not real, then I should be in an unreal position. ()

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