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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. @@¤%*~,...
..,~*%¤@@# #@@¤%*~,..
.,~*%¤@@## 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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