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..~-:$£@## this time of confusion also leads to ##@£$:-~..
.~-:$£@### all analyzes ending in "useless" - i ###@£$:-~.
..~-:$£@## was being bothered by something in a ##@£$:-~..
...~-:$£@# song or movie or book, so i think, how #@£$:-~...
..~-:$£@## would i have done it, what is the ##@£$:-~..
.~-:$£@### purpose of this process, what does it ###@£$:-~.
..~-:$£@## consist of...? and through the process ##@£$:-~..
...~-:$£@# more and more pieces falls off until #@£$:-~...
..~-:$£@## i'm standing there with nothing. ##@£$:-~..
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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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