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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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