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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. ¨.»*^@¤@##
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##@¤@^*».¨ 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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