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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, &¨&¨&¨&¨¨&
¨&¨&¨&¨&&¨ 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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