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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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