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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. @£%*:~.¨¨¨
¨¨.~:*%£@# #@£%*:~.¨¨
¨.~:*%£@## 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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