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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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