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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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