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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. £%^.,,,,,,
,.«^%@£££# #£££@%^«.,
.«^%@££### 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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