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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 ¨¨¨~««*§§@
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