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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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