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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 ,,,,,~-=&@
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&@@@*-~,,, AND WHEN I CAN'T EVEN ANCHOR MYSELF, ,,,~-*@@@&
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#@#&@=*-~, FEELS LIKE IT CAN ALL SLIP THROUGH MY ,~-*=@@#
##&&@=*-~, FINGERS... "WHOOPS", AND NOTHING EVER ,~-*=@&#
@&=**---~, WAS AFTER THAT. ,~---**=&@
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