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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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