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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 @#£=*-:,,,
,,:-*=£#@# 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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