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##@&@%*«^¨ ALL ANALYZES ENDING IN "USELESS" - I ¨^«*%@&@##
#@#&@%*«^¨ WAS BEING BOTHERED BY SOMETHING IN A ¨^«*%@&#@#
#&&@*^¨¨¨¨ SONG OR MOVIE OR BOOK, SO I THINK, HOW ¨¨¨¨^*@&&#
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#@#&@%*«^¨ PURPOSE OF THIS PROCESS, WHAT DOES IT ¨^«*%@&#@#
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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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#@#&@%*«^¨ CAN NOT SHELTER ME IN ANY MEANINGFUL ¨^«*%@&#@#
#@#&@%*«^¨ SENSE. ¨^«*%@&#@#
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