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Hysteria Thought or Hysteriaism t̂hͧ̒ǐͬs ̫̚is̰̍ ͍̆̌a̬n̑ͪ ̯ͫ͌ö́͆m̘niͅ-̂͊of̒f̗̐-א͕ͮ-̅̂c̰ȍ͊mͮ̉p̻a͊̇s̈̓s̆ ͬs̺̋̄c̝h͋ͨiz̥̈̂oͯͭ-̞̌iͦ̉d̜̒e̫o̗l̩ő̎g͔y̥̓ ̳̈͛t̗ͫ̄ĥͤa͉ͨt͎͂̾ ̐̓i̔ͅs̄ ̺͆be͈y̬̑̀on͇ͧd ̾ͦa̘̓ͨl͚ͮ̎l̈̑ ͋p͇ͥoͦ̔ss̖i͙̎̾b̚l̲ͮ̾ẽ̓ ̖̋ͤḁͨn̟d̦ͯ̒ ͔̏i͓̅mp̲ö́ŝ̻ͭs̀͋ȋ͚b̅͋l̪ḙ l͈i̙mị͂ts͍ ͎ͨ̚o͇ͯf̟ ͚poͣ̋ḻi̿ͤt͍̽͂ḯ͈c̎a̺̔̆l ̪ex̻͒ͮi̲ͪs̆͒t̳͂e͑̚n̪cͯ́e̯̓, ̱ͯ͐b̼e͚ÿ́̚o̽nͧ̏d̳ ̗t̬ḧ͂e̔ ͦͧun̫͗d̜͌ͦerͫst̄a̰n̑̅d̊i̲ͭn̯g̅ ͫ̽oͦf̹͛ ̌͗e̿̐v͒e͕ͥͣn ͋͋m̓ul̬̒t̬i̝d̟i͆̐m̱̑enͧ̔s̄i͙o̚nal͍ ͊ḃ̟e͂̂ȋngͧ̿sͤ.̩̅ͨ
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PERALIPSYS
The ideas of Hysteria are as absurd as they are indescribable. For indescribability and inaccessibility to the occupation of other people's thoughts makes it itself. Hysteria thought is afraid of foreign intrusion of words and ideas into infinite consciousness, so one can only guess what goals command this essence...However, it can be said that the Thought of Hysteria stands for the absolute hypothetical creative and for the abolition of familiarity in all its understanding.
Thassaria
Thassaria or Thassaria Hypothesis represents macroextension global relativity theory of logic by Jean Da Faldier. According to the doctrine, she is nothing more than rational astilla, powerful and timeless comfort system. It is distinguished by the "shadow of ideas", abstract but at the same time free in interpretation and somehow reproduced in our world through a prism. This distinguishes it from other more fundamental features of ideology because by definition they cannot be realized even so.
Epaliph of Mind
This is something that evokes purely associative feelings... it seems to me that a m̸̡ͮ̋ͦ̿̀ͣͭͪ̾̀͘͢͠͡͝͝ú̴̦͎̠̞͈͍͉̠̠̞̰̤̃̀ͬ͒̄ͨ̌ͅl̸̴̵̢̦̲̯ͯ͂͗ͫ̾̊̈́̈́͊̏ͤ͒̃̉ͭͥ̉̄̀́̚̕͜͟͢͝͡͏̢̡ṭ̷̨̘̭̻̠̗̮̳̮̤͉̠̹̟̂̅͒̃̑̈ͭ͛̕͜͡͝͝͞ͅ͏̀i̤̳̥͚̟̞̝̪̺̰͉̯̳̬̦̅ͧ̽̀́͝͞҉͘҉̷̴́̀͠ḏ̴̸̴̷̡̡͖͔͙̬̼̫̜͇̟̩̝̽̔̽̊̌ͦ͌̽̂͑̇̌̀͘̕͜͢͠͡͡͝ḭ̵̧̧̙̥̩̰̱̟̤̻̦̩̯̈́̏ͦ̑̿̊̏̋̀̓̋̈̆͂̕͟͜͞͠͝͝͏̵͡͞͡m̵̸̷̸̵̡̧̢̟̱͙͖̭̮̰̫̼̫̰̙̜̙̙̖̮̼͈ͨͮ̿ͫ͂̃͂ͯ̒ͭ́̾̅̈́̅ͯ͐́́̀͘͡͞͝͠e̸͚̟̝͔͚̫̝̺̗̺̭̼̹͈̝͔͇̪̓̆̔ͤͮ̓̅̇͐ͨͯ̆̿͘ͅ҉̵̵̴̛͟͢͝͡͏̵̸́͡n̴̸̷̷̶̸̸̡̢̛̛̪̭̖̰͚̥̝̞̹͓͙̱̹͉̳ͤͬ͗ͦ̂ͩ͊͛ͥ͆̕͟͢͞s͓̹̯̻̦͕͙͍͖̼͙͚̎̒̋ͣͯ̄ͭ̈ͯ͑͌̐̔͆ͤḭ̶̴̷̧͉̼̤̞͍͎͎̲̫̜̫̽ͫ͋͂̃ͮ̃̽ͮ̂̓̑̓̀͢͞͠͡͏͟͝͝҉̀ó̴̵̻͉̻̗̬̘̗̘̠̬̫̘̮̉̓͌̇̄̄ͫ̂̈́ͅ҉̵̡̛͢͟͏̷̨͏̶́̀͘͟͝͡n͕͖͓̝͎̳̣̞͚̟̞̥̦̥̓̆ͮ̽̎ͤ̃͋̈ͩͭͩ͛ͣ̈́ͫ̌͌ͅ͏̡̀ă̸̷̗͍̻͔̟̠̼̭̠̭̠̰ͮ̾̿͋̅͑͐̎ͧ̀̽͑̄ͥ̾̽́͢͡l̘̮͉̥̭̹̫͚̝̹̭̪̥̰̤͍̹̫̜ͤͮ̈̈́̓̑̽ͫ͋̎̆ͮ̂͂͐̀̚͟҉͠҉̵͜ ̶̴̸̷̨̗̱̜̯͉͍̹̠̠̱̰ͣ̂̿̓̆ͤ̑͒̊ͣ̊͊͒͊̚͟͜͠ͅ͏̶̷̛̕̕͠͞͡ entity has started up in my in my mind...I hear a voice calling for action and coercion... and it seems to me that now this multidimensional one is in my power and it breeds in the diversity and singularity of ideas.
Oh... If only I knew what it was, if only someone other than me could feel her presence in head...What is this? A new disease, an astral parasite or a broken fabric of existence that is exactly like the singularity of the melting sky, marking the end of everything familiar...