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%^~~¨¨¨¨¨¨ now, usually i feel good (maybe?), but ¨¨¨¨¨¨~~^%
§%^~~¨¨¨¨¨ this time of confusion also leads to ¨¨¨¨¨~~^%§
@§%^~~¨¨¨¨ all analyzes ending in "useless" - i ¨¨¨¨~~^%§@
@@§%^~~¨¨¨ was being bothered by something in a ¨¨¨~~^%§@@
#@@§%^~~¨¨ song or movie or book, so i think, how ¨¨~~^%§@@#
##@@§%^~~¨ would i have done it, what is the ¨~~^%§@@##
#@@§%^~~¨¨ purpose of this process, what does it ¨¨~~^%§@@#
@@§%^~~¨¨¨ consist of...? and through the process ¨¨¨~~^%§@@
@§%^~~¨¨¨¨ more and more pieces falls off until ¨¨¨¨~~^%§@
§%^~~¨¨¨¨¨ i'm standing there with nothing. ¨¨¨¨¨~~^%§
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^~~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ reductionist hell - ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~~^
~~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ i wan't a bottom floor, a concept ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~~
~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ bedrock, but the deeper i go the more ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ abstract they are, the things, until ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ they cease to be things at all ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ are we just stacked triangles? there is ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ nothing i can do with triangles. they ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ can not shelter me in any meaningful ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ sense. ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
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¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ and when i can't even anchor myself, ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨
~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ when i am nothing but the question, it ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~
~~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ feels like it can all slip through my ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~~
^~~¨¨¨¨¨¨¨ fingers... "whoops", and nothing ever ¨¨¨¨¨¨¨~~^
%^~~¨¨¨¨¨¨ was after that. ¨¨¨¨¨¨~~^%
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