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,,,,-~*$#¶ THIS TIME OF CONFUSION ALSO LEADS TO ¶#$*~-,,,,
,-~*$$#¶¶# ALL ANALYZES ENDING IN "USELESS" - I #¶¶#$$*~-,
,-~*$$#¶¶# WAS BEING BOTHERED BY SOMETHING IN A #¶¶#$$*~-,
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,-~*$$#¶## WOULD I HAVE DONE IT, WHAT IS THE ##¶#$$*~-,
,-~***$$$¶ PURPOSE OF THIS PROCESS, WHAT DOES IT ¶$$$***~-,
,-~*$$#¶## CONSIST OF...? AND THROUGH THE PROCESS ##¶#$$*~-,
,-~*$$#¶## MORE AND MORE PIECES FALLS OFF UNTIL ##¶#$$*~-,
,-~*$$#¶## I'M STANDING THERE WITH NOTHING. ##¶#$$*~-,
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,-~*$$#¶## REDUCTIONIST HELL - ##¶#$$*~-,
,,,,~~$##¶ I WAN'T A BOTTOM FLOOR, A CONCEPT ¶##$~~,,,,
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,-~*$$#¶## ABSTRACT THEY ARE, THE THINGS, UNTIL ##¶#$$*~-,
,-~*$$#¶## THEY CEASE TO BE THINGS AT ALL ##¶#$$*~-,
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,,,,,,~$$# NOTHING I CAN DO WITH TRIANGLES. THEY #$$~,,,,,,
,-~*$$#### CAN NOT SHELTER ME IN ANY MEANINGFUL ####$$*~-,
,-~*$$#¶## SENSE. ##¶#$$*~-,
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,-~*$$#¶## FEELS LIKE IT CAN ALL SLIP THROUGH MY ##¶#$$*~-,
,,,,-~$$¶# FINGERS... "WHOOPS", AND NOTHING EVER #¶$$~-,,,,
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