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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 ,,,,.~=§&¤
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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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