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¨¨¨¨,~†*&¤ THIS TIME OF CONFUSION ALSO LEADS TO ¤&*†~,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨,~†*&¤¶ ALL ANALYZES ENDING IN "USELESS" - I ¶¤&*†~,¨¨¨
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¨¨,~†*&¤¶# 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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¨,~†*&¤¶## 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 ¤&*†~,¨¨¨¨
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