,~;*£&#@## ##@#&£*;~,
,,~;*£&#@# #@#&£*;~,,
,,,~;*£&#@ @#&£*;~,,,
,,,,~;*£&# #&£*;~,,,,
,,,~;*£&#@ @#&£*;~,,,
,,~;*£&#@# #@#&£*;~,,
,~;*£&#@## 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. #&£*;~,,,,
,,,~;*£&#@ @#&£*;~,,,
,,~;*£&#@# 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 #&£*;~,,,,
,,,~;*£&#@ @#&£*;~,,,
,,~;*£&#@# ARE WE JUST STACKED TRIANGLES? THERE IS #@#&£*;~,,
,~;*£&#@## NOTHING I CAN DO WITH TRIANGLES. THEY ##@#&£*;~,
,,~;*£&#@# CAN NOT SHELTER ME IN ANY MEANINGFUL #@#&£*;~,,
,,,~;*£&#@ SENSE. @#&£*;~,,,
,,,,~;*£&# #&£*;~,,,,
,,,~;*£&#@ 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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,~;*£&#@## ##@#&£*;~,
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