¨¨¨¨,~/$%@ @%$/~,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨,~/$% %$/~,¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,~/$%@ @%$/~,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨,~/$%@@ @@%$/~,¨¨¨
¨¨,~/$%@@@ @@@%$/~,¨¨
¨,~/$%@@@# #@@@%$/~,¨
¨¨,~/$%@@@ Now, Usually I Feel Good (Maybe?), But @@@%$/~,¨¨
¨¨¨,~/$%@@ This Time Of Confusion Also Leads To @@%$/~,¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,~/$%@ All Analyzes Ending In "Useless" - I @%$/~,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨,~/$% Was Being Bothered By Something In A %$/~,¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,~/$%@ Song Or Movie Or Book, So I Think, How @%$/~,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨,~/$%@@ Would I Have Done It, What Is The @@%$/~,¨¨¨
¨¨,~/$%@@@ Purpose Of This Process, What Does It @@@%$/~,¨¨
¨,~/$%@@@# Consist Of...? And Through The Process #@@@%$/~,¨
¨¨,~/$%@@@ More And More Pieces Falls Off Until @@@%$/~,¨¨
¨¨¨,~/$%@@ I'M Standing There With Nothing. @@%$/~,¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,~/$%@ @%$/~,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨,~/$% Reductionist Hell - %$/~,¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,~/$%@ I Wan'T A Bottom Floor, A Concept @%$/~,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨,~/$%@@ Bedrock, But The Deeper I Go The More @@%$/~,¨¨¨
¨¨,~/$%@@@ Abstract They Are, The Things, Until @@@%$/~,¨¨
¨,~/$%@@@# They Cease To Be Things At All #@@@%$/~,¨
¨¨,~/$%@@@ @@@%$/~,¨¨
¨¨¨,~/$%@@ Are We Just Stacked Triangles? There Is @@%$/~,¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,~/$%@ Nothing I Can Do With Triangles. They @%$/~,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨,~/$% Can Not Shelter Me In Any Meaningful %$/~,¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,~/$%@ Sense. @%$/~,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨,~/$%@@ @@%$/~,¨¨¨
¨¨,~/$%@@@ And When I Can'T Even Anchor Myself, @@@%$/~,¨¨
¨,~/$%@@@# When I Am Nothing But The Question, It #@@@%$/~,¨
¨¨,~/$%@@@ Feels Like It Can All Slip Through My @@@%$/~,¨¨
¨¨¨,~/$%@@ Fingers... "Whoops", And Nothing Ever @@%$/~,¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,~/$%@ Was After That. @%$/~,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨¨,~/$% %$/~,¨¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨¨,~/$%@ @%$/~,¨¨¨¨
¨¨¨,~/$%@@ @@%$/~,¨¨¨
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¨,~/$%@@@# #@@@%$/~,¨