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..^^~*†£§# 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 #§††~~^...
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....^~†§§# 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 ##£§£†*~^.
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