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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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