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†»^,,,,,,, THIS TIME OF CONFUSION ALSO LEADS TO ,,,,,,,^»†
††»^,,,,,, ALL ANALYZES ENDING IN "USELESS" - I ,,,,,,^»††
$††»^,,,,, WAS BEING BOTHERED BY SOMETHING IN A ,,,,,^»††$
#$††»^,,,, SONG OR MOVIE OR BOOK, SO I THINK, HOW ,,,,^»††$#
@#$††»^,,, WOULD I HAVE DONE IT, WHAT IS THE ,,,^»††$#@
#@#$††»^,, PURPOSE OF THIS PROCESS, WHAT DOES IT ,,^»††$#@#
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###@#$††»^ MORE AND MORE PIECES FALLS OFF UNTIL ^»††$#@###
##@#$††»^, I'M STANDING THERE WITH NOTHING. ,^»††$#@##
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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, ,,,,,,^»††
$††»^,,,,, WHEN I AM NOTHING BUT THE QUESTION, IT ,,,,,^»††$
#$††»^,,,, FEELS LIKE IT CAN ALL SLIP THROUGH MY ,,,,^»††$#
@#$††»^,,, FINGERS... "WHOOPS", AND NOTHING EVER ,,,^»††$#@
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