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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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