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@¤%:=-,,,, now, usually i feel good (maybe?), but ,,,,-=:%¤@
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#@@¤%:=-,, 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 ,,,,-=:%¤@
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:=-,,,,,,, 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 ,,,,,,,-=:
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