,,,,:~=%¤§ §¤%=~:,,,,
,,,:~=%¤§@ @§¤%=~:,,,
,,:~=%¤§@# #@§¤%=~:,,
,:~=%¤§@## ##@§¤%=~:,
,,:~=%¤§@# #@§¤%=~:,,
,,,:~=%¤§@ @§¤%=~:,,,
,,,,:~=%¤§ 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. ¤%=~:,,,,,
,,,,:~=%¤§ §¤%=~:,,,,
,,,:~=%¤§@ 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 @§¤%=~:,,,
,,,,:~=%¤§ §¤%=~:,,,,
,,,,,:~=%¤ Are We Just Stacked Triangles? There Is ¤%=~:,,,,,
,,,,:~=%¤§ Nothing I Can Do With Triangles. They §¤%=~:,,,,
,,,:~=%¤§@ Can Not Shelter Me In Any Meaningful @§¤%=~:,,,
,,:~=%¤§@# Sense. #@§¤%=~:,,
,:~=%¤§@## ##@§¤%=~:,
,,:~=%¤§@# 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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