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,,,@@@,,@, 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 @,,,,,,@,@
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,@@,,,,@,@ 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 - ,,@,,,,@,,
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,,,@,,,,,, Are We Just Stacked Triangles? There Is ,,,,,@,,@,
,,,,@,,,,, Nothing I Can Do With Triangles. They @,,,,,@,,@
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