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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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