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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 @@.@@@@...
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@@@....@@@ 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 @..@@.@@.@
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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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