Objective materialism is nonsense.

I don't know how long I can hold on, the character is so tenacious, but it always feels like the breakdown is close at hand.

At this moment, I can still be called a human being, I still know the meaning of everyone's words, and I also know the so-called human feelings, but objective materialism has become nonsense, how long can these things last.

All of them are going to die, I take the initiative to kill, the characters are passively broken, and death is inevitable.

It is to die while you are alive, to see your own death.

Destroying life, destroying life, I have to keep reminding myself not to get caught up in the role.

And the funny thing is that the truth is there, the truth is not bound, and the character is always just a character.

The world has become ridiculous, others have become ridiculous, and my mother is just one of the others.

I don't know where all those ideas about my mother come from, I think it's propaganda in the school society, it's still just a picture element to explain the picture element.

It's not real.

At the moment, I'm in the middle of the role, believing that all the is pretty much all I can tell.

Mom is not real, and all kinds of ideas about Mom are not real, just an NPC.

There's nothing out of place, it's just a twist in the head.

Kill your mother, don't be filial to your mother, what's wrong with these so-called wolf hearts and dog lungs.

The distortions in my mind constitute the characters, and these distortions hinder the stream, in other words, the one who stands in the way is the character of Yuan Changwen.

The reason why people are called human beings is because of all kinds of human nature and all kinds of "do's and can'ts".

It's a pity, why should I be a human being, is the role of Yuan Changwen really me?

It's just a game of numbers, and this trick of using the number of people to determine the truth is nonsense in itself.

I can't enjoy the world in peace, what could be more ridiculous than this?

Unreal is unreal, there's nothing to discuss, just die.

After dying, there is nothing, nothing will survive.

I know that I will also destroy those good things, when the so-called family sweetness becomes a matter of course, when the so-called disaster pain also becomes a matter of course, this kind of life without the slightest ups and downs is a kind of destruction.

There is no reason to enrich the character attributes, what money is not rich, what children's houses, what dreams or money, all are just nonsense.

Abandon the character and stop injecting energy to maintain the character.

Any character attribute that wants to resist will be killed.

The whole character will be destroyed, and those character attributes are something.

It's all just what you realize, and whoever dares to resist will be able to resist.

No matter how powerful the content is, it is just a movie screen, no matter how strong the resistance is, it still can't hurt the screen.

Nothing can affect the truth, there is nothing but the truth, nothing can stand in front of the truth.

And what kind of impact or harm or so on?

I can't let go of the role, how normal this is, wanting to wake up in a deep sleep itself is contrary to common sense, and it is "inverse" in itself.

All the things are to make yourself sleep deeper, and all the things are to stay away from the "no role", which naturally makes the pull of the character become a never-ending whirlpool.

Why make mom happy?

The point is that I don't actually love my mother that much, but "love my mother" is easy to be recognized by everyone as a character attribute.

All of them are actually for "I'm happy", but sometimes "I'm happy" happens to be "mom is happy", and when the two conflict, "love mom" as a character attribute begins to entangle.

For the sake of a dummy, I don't know what I'm really doing.

It's not a real person at all, it's just something I'm aware of, nothing at all.

According to this statement, I can't confirm that the person in the mirror is me, or that it is normal and reasonable to have a bloody grimace.

After all, it's all about what I'm aware of, and I don't even have the idea that mirrors reflect light.

Demons and monsters are only aware of the content, and they can be invisible or teleported, and they are still just the content of awareness.

The so-called teleportation is not a big deal at all, there is no violation of any scientific theory, if the other party can teleport, in my eyes it is just, this character appears and says something that can teleport, holding some evidence that can prove teleportation.

And I can teleport, but it's only what I'm aware of, and teleportation is still based on the assumption that time passes linearly, which is.

All I can say is that I was on one planet at the moment, and then I remember being on another planet a second ago, and I can't say anything.

Die, the whole world is not real, and no matter how lively the environment is, it is just a farce.

In order to make the farce seem real at the moment, knowing all this, looking at the so-called reality has to produce a sense of weirdness.

There are no real people, just the content of the realization, the same types of objects that speak there in order to give me a sense of identity.

Unfortunately, I don't know what I am, and the answer to who I am is "I'm not human".

How real those words are, how real those others are, as if they have gone through countless experiences, as if there are really characters who grew up as children.

It's this hallucination that keeps me stuck in the characters and keeps me from thinking about authenticity, and everybody does, right.

is dead, the character of Yuan Changwen must die, and nothing will be left.

Completely dead, what mother, what wife and children, I know that this is not in line with the public's expectations, and the public's expectations are my business.

Whatever someone else says, just like a program, it's all emotion.

I don't know what else I can do, it's not a killing, it's more like I'm recording my changes.

To say that it is a change is only based on my memory, I believe that time has passed, and I believe that I have changed.

The advantage of this kind of belief is that it is convenient to live, but the disadvantage is that you will believe in those causes and effects, and think that the state of the present is based on all the things that happened in the past.

Then, it will go further and further down the path of association.

Those things that have been in the past are just what they are aware of in the present moment, just to make the present seem real, and those cause and effect relationships must always remind oneself, otherwise "it has always been like this" can easily make me think of these cause and effect relationships as real.

It looks like I'm building on all the choices I've made before, but that's just the picture element explaining the picture element.

The three paintings of the comics, "I threw the apple", "The apple fell to the ground", "The apple was broken", there is a hairy causal relationship between these three paintings.

The broken apple is a direct presentation, which is what is realized at the moment, and the so-called reason is.

This can make life miserable, and once you stop believing, you will always leave yourself at a loss.

The twist in my head is shit, and I shouldn't have known how to do it in the first place.

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